The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

it. A whimper. Thin, agonized. Desperate.

With fumbling fingers, I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Ten feet away, caught in the rusted jaws of an illegal leg-hold trap, was a wolf pup. Its leg was a mangled ruin of fur and blood.

Its eyes found mine. We were the same. Both abandoned. Both dying. Both thrown away.

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