I had never properly trained with a gun before. There was never a need, and the only time I had interacted with it was in Ironclaw when things went awry after negotiations with Alpha Natan broke down. Elijah had expertly handled the weapons― I wasn't sure I could repeat the same.
Speaking of Ironclaw, I gulped as I examined the weapon. Petral was there when we were, and Ironclaw had been working with the vampires, most likely dealing with silver. If they had a trade established between them, then my mother's collection of silver knick-knacks most likely came from Ironclaw's mines.
As if she could read my mind, my mother commented, "It's a pity Ironclaw went down so quickly. They were expert craftsmen and had made so many beautiful trinkets."
I whirled around immediately upon hearing her words, watching in horror as she picked up a teacup, moving her index finger around the rim before gently placing it back down.
