Chapter 107 Riot

• Zane POV
• I’m no coal mining expert, but it was clear even as we set down that something was very wrong. A thick, dark plume of smoke was coming from one of the many holes in the ground, and I couldn’t help but notice the dozens of dead or dying trees all around us.
• When the door swung open, I smelled death and fear—not the thrilling smells of the hunt, but the sour, heavy odors of long-term sorrow and festering loss. By the time my work boots hit the greasy soil, I knew this was going to be very bad.