Chapter 11

“Tonight, we grind it to powder with a mortar and pestle, and then we deliver it to a dude named John at the loading dock behind the hospital by the end of the week.”

“Don’t the nobs inject dragon’s tongue?”

“Yeah. Apparently, the hospital will mix it with human chemicals and put it in vials with labels and barcodes and shit. Make it look official.”

“They don’t smoke it?”

“Nope.”

“Wild.”

It is. The ranked wolves do almost everything the human way, though. If we did it in the dens, they want no part of it. They’d turn their wolves into house pets if they could. It’s a...