***Zane***
“Are the canisters in place?”
“Yes, for the umpteenth time, Toran! They are!” Taryn groans. “Would you stop questioning my abilities? You insult me,” she huffs.
Toran rolls his eyes at her but the hint of a smile on his lips tells me he enjoys pestering his little sister. The Alpha then turns to Tylen and I, taking a deep breath to gather all of his thoughts. He takes a utility belt and an armlet with a built-in pouch and explains the tools within them.
Opening a pouch on the belt, Toran pulls out small metal beads and holds them between his thumb and forefinger.
“These are silver beads. They are coated with a thin layer of aluminum to allow you to hold them. Give these to Tylen if there's an attack. He will charge them and when they detonate, they’ll release silver shrap
