As I watched Hera reacting to the silver needle, I couldn’t keep myself from inching closer. I managed to keep my movements subtle enough to make sure that neither of them noticed it, but I wanted to get a closer look at Hera’s arm itself, to see the way that it was reacting.
And just as I had been suspecting, anticipating, the skin around the needle was starting to get inflamed, turning red and looking like it had some kind of infection. I had been on the receiving end of a needle just like this one, and I knew that the reaction that she was having now, was the same reaction that a normal wolf would have.
I couldn’t have denied the sense of excitement or pride that I felt in that moment, anticipation for what was still to come. This was a miracle. An outright miracle.
The fact that
