MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
She looked battered, but the silver-gray patterns on her skin were glowing with a fierce, defensive turquoise.
Thorne climbed into the cockpit from the lower deck, his face smeared with hydraulic fluid and a deep cut over his left eye. He was holding his pulse rifle, but he looked at the viewport and let out a low whistle.
“Well,” Thorne said, wiping the blood from his brow. “The good news is we’re in the Azure Trench. The bad news is, I don’t think they’re going to give us a tour.”
Outside the glass, the crystalline forest was closing in. The jellyfish-spider shapes were descending from the pillars, their long, translucent limbs clicking against the hull of our broken whale. They weren’t
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