She walked with a limp now thanks to the wound she had taken in the leg, but she felt as fit as she’d ever been. Caused by the claws of one of Lucas’s Wyld Wolves, the injury was as stubborn as one delivered by silver. However, a few weeks outdoors with the Marshmen, grafting, hunting, helping where she could, had been good for her. And all Drew’s speeches about aiding the weak, the hopeless, the helpless, the have-nots: they made perfect sense to her now.

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