Chapter 13
Constructing a funeral pyre took a few hours. The recent rains made finding suitable wood difficult, and every snap of a twig or rumble of distant thunder had Mira jumping at shadows. That third tank could show up at any moment, and with dawn growing ever closer, she’d soon become a prisoner of the elements. Together Stryker and Mira constructed a sizeable pile of wood, bark, and dried twigs. A hasty trip out to the site of the tank crash provided a few additional necessities. Mira swiped a container of oil to use as fuel, as well as a thick serrated dagger for her own protection.
They worked silently, carrying the bodies of the dead wolves down to their final resting place. Following Stryker’s lead, Mira crossed Samuel’s arms and legs. She gently brushed his eyelids closed wi
