“Toby found it,” he said. He plucked the thin, rectangular object, no larger than a communion wafer, from the folds of the bandana and held it close to the lantern. Metal lines etched the surface of the plastic. “It was in the dead wolf. It’s some kind of computer chip.” Chuck’s brow furrowed. “A chip?” “I’m as confused as you are. We all are.” “It was in 217’s neck,” Toby said, his voice scratchy and weak. “Under the skin, above where a tracking collar would have been.” “But 217 didn’t have a collar,” Chuck said. “Or any signs of ever having been fitted with one—no rub marks, no callouses.” Tears continued to well in Toby’s eyes, but they no longer coursed down his cheeks. “I felt a lump when I ran my hand down 217’s body. The chip was encased in scar tissue.” “Which means it had been there a while.” “At least a year, I’d guess. Maybe longer.” “Could it have been there its whole life?” Chuck turned to Lex. “Was this wolf raised in captivity?”
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