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disappeared completely.
    That was spooky! Her heart pounded furiously in her chest. Had
    he sensed her? Something like that had never happened to her in a
    vision before. She had no idea if it were possible. As far as she knew,
    she wasn’t physically in the vision. She only witnessed it. But what if
    that weren’t exactly true? What if it was her spirit that actually
    witnessed the vision? If that were plausible, then maybe he could
    have sensed her.
    She rubbed her face, trying to tame the overwhelming questions
    that came over her. She needed to talk to Thorak and see if he could
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    help her. If anyone had answers, it would be Thorak. Being the eldest
    of all the Voyeurs gave him knowledge that no one else held.
    Checking the alarm clock, she noted it was six o’clock in the
    morning. Thanks to that haunting vision, she wouldn’t be able to sleep
    now. Glancing at Sam and then at Jake, she noted they slept soundly.
    Images of their sexual adventure the night before flooded her
    mind, and she smiled, reexperiencing it all in her head. Goose bumps
    formed on her arms and neck. She wouldn’t mind if they did it all
    over again right at this minute. Her wanton, lustful desires had started
    to stir in her body once more. But this time, they were easily
    controllable. What she found more bothersome was her sticky, sweaty
    body. It irritated her, and she needed a shower.
    After their lovemaking last night, they had lain in bed discussing
    their cover and what they planned for this evening at the club. Sam
    and Jake soon fell asleep once their discussion ended, but Triala
    remained fully awake, unable to drift off.
    She didn’t want to disturb Sam and Jake’s slumber now, so she
    continued to lie there, staring at their tranquil, sleeping faces and
    listening to their shallow breaths, when she heard a car pull up and
    park outside. Worry came upon her, wondering who the hell that
    could be at this hour of the morning.
    Slowly sitting up so as not to move the mattress, she gently slid to
    the edge of the bed and stood on the carpet. She turned to observe her
    lovers. They continued to sleep undisturbed. Good.
    Her werewolf body could go several days without sleep. She had
    done it many times before when on an important mission as a Scout,
    but humans needed far more sleep than werewolves did. And Sam and
    Jake needed to be at their prime in alertness later tonight. Until she
    knew for sure if whoever was outside posed a danger to them or to
    their cover or not, she didn’t want to wake them.
    It felt like déjà vu all over again as she tiptoed to the window. Her
    movements were quite silent thanks to the plush, wall- to-wall, dark
    blue carpeting under her feet. She couldn’t risk being heard by
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    whoever was outside. Werewolves’ acute sense of hearing would pick
    up the slightest movement inside if they concentrated hard enough.
    A few hours earlier, when she had heard a clanging sound outside,
    it turned out to be a false alarm. No lurker was there. Was that the
    case now, as well?
    Pulling the curtain back slightly so as not to draw attention to her
    actions, she peeped out from the crack. She observed a man and a
    scantily dressed woman get out of the car and giggle as they clumsily
    walked up to the door next to their room. The man put his arm around
    the woman’s waist when she came closer to him and grabbed her ass
    as she laughed loudly.
    Obviously, these two were here for a sexual encounter and not
    here to spy on them. A breath of relief slipped out of her lips. She
    turned to gaze upon her sleeping partners and contemplated if she
    should crawl back into bed with them or go take a shower. She might
    wake them up with her disturbing movements if she did, so she
    decided a shower would be the best choice.
    Sneaking into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and
    stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tension and lines on her face
    had all