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the targets.
    Now what type of plan could he use? A cunning one, obviously,
    one that concentrated on Triala’s weaknesses. Weaknesses? What
    could he use? All he knew about the Voyeur Scout was her sexual
    escapades and insatiable appetite for sex. Sex?
    In that instant, he imagined the Voyeur Scout nude before him and
    him fucking her. He licked his lips with wanton desire. As he headed
    for his building’s front door, a cool breeze washed over him, pushing
    his wavy blond bangs into his eyes. Clearing his vision, he opened the
    door and headed for his apartment. He needed to take a cold shower
    to calm his hormones down.
    Images of Triala naked and in the throes of sex still occupied his
    mind. He doubted they’d stop distracting him. No, only when he had
    jerked off in the shower would he be able to clear his mind and come
    up with a good plan.
    Yeah, it needed to be a foolproof one if he even had a chance of
    eliminating the infamous Triala Barns.
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    The walls closed in on her as she turned to stare at the ceiling. As
    her breath became shallower and her eyes grew bigger with
    apprehension, time slowed to practically a standstill. She knew all too
    well what was coming next. A fog smothered her as she tried to focus
    on the image emerging before her.
    A dark, vacant alleyway formed in the dense, suffocating air. The
    smell of acrid urine accompanied the apparition. She placed her hand
    over her sensitive nose to stop a gag reflex.
    As the vision became fixed and unwavering, she could see two
    figures far up ahead, perhaps thirty feet away, one double the size of
    the other. They seemed to be in combat. Then, without warning, she
    felt her body being thrust forward at the speed of light, and within a
    second’s time, she was directed behind a dumpster where a young
    man in his early twenties stood, crouching, looking at the two figures
    she had seen.
    He had a twisted cigarette he held between his right index and
    middle finger. He was obviously smoking pot. The tip of the joint was
    an inch of compacted ash, just waiting to fall gracefully to the ground.
    Only he hardly took notice. He appeared too preoccupied with what
    was happening maybe ten feet away from him. Who could blame
    him? Triala was distracted by it, too.
    A Rogue werewolf—from its size, she figured it was a male—
    grabbed hold of the weak human man and pulled him closer while the
    stranger pleaded and thrashed, desperately trying to escape the beast’s
    viselike grip on him.
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    His futile fight lasted a mere few seconds, then the Rogue bit into
    his neck, tearing off pieces of flesh. The red, dripping meat in his
    mouth ran blood down his chin and onto his furry chest. The crimson
    liquid glistened in the street lamp’s glowing light.
    The body collapsed in his hands, and he let it go, making it
    crumble to the ground while he spit out the flesh from his mouth.
    Stretching his neck, he transformed back to his human form. Triala
    didn’t recognize him, but he did look familiar somehow.
    Just then, she heard the young man beside her gasp, most probably
    from shock at seeing such a freakish transformation happening before
    his eyes.
    Unfortunately, Triala knew his fate was sealed with his sound, for
    the Rogue’s acute sense of hearing surely picked it up. And true to her
    guess, he did. He changed back to his beast form, and getting down
    on his four paws, he darted toward the dumpster and pounced on the
    unprepared man, biting him profoundly on the shoulder, and let him
    drop to the floor as his blood slowly drained from his slashed veins
    and death encroached upon him every second that passed.
    Since the vision came to her through her witness’s eyes, the image
    began to fade as the victim’s lifeline extinguished. Before it died out
    completely, she saw the Rogue sniffed the air, looking around him.
    For an instant, his gaze fixed on Triala, and he squinted. Then the
    vision