Her stomach dropped. “Will he make it?” Alvarez didn’t answer right away. He connected an IV line, taped it to a skinny foreleg slick with antiseptic. “We’ll try,” he said at last, which felt like a maybe at best.
Noemi swallowed hard. “I found him trapped in a net—oil everywhere. His mother led me there.” Even to her ears it sounded like a dream. But Alvarez only nodded, eyes narrowing in professional worry.