Nick:
My business at the mine had been disconcerting. Something was going on that wasn’t adding up. While pretty much all our mining was done by technology or magic, my werewolf foremen were dropping like flies. They were sick with what Nolan and I could only assume was silver poisoning. No one had died yet, but we had two close calls. Two were too many.
Nolan was my wizard and my right hand in our mining business, while Beta Wyatt was my right hand in everything else. I trusted them both with everything.
I didn’t like leaving Nolan to dig further into these illnesses by himself, but I needed to get back to Last Lake. We had a guest that arrived yesterday from another pack. I had agreed to host her for the summer as a personal favor to Alpha Matt of the Golden Lake Pack.
On my way, Wy
