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According the anonymous emails she had received and the small bottle of round white pills that had arrived at her apartment the week before, it was definitely possible And she had been crazy enough tonight to actually take one To slip it onto her tongue, to allow it to dissolve and enter her system before she left her cabin

Her own recklessness had concerned her, but only for a moment As many of her fellow reporters knew, Cassa had often been known to dare death It was one of her faults, ths After all, her days were nuet aith asarrived

In this case, intuition had spurred her on though The pictures of bloody bodies, the eeance for some

unknown cri that the past always returned and wouldn’t she like to know the truth before it knocked on her door had pushed her into this choice

The past was always hovering at her shoulder and now she had a feeling that soht to hide for so long

The truth The truth was, Cassa had spilled blood herself The truth was, once her secrets were revealed, she would die The Breeds would never allow her to live once they knew the truth

She slipped past yet another Breed guard Mordecai One of their best trackers, rumored to be one of their most merciless Coyote Breeds On silent feet she round, heart racing, mouth dry until she was a safe distance from him

The chilly winter air gave no hint that spring was just around the corner The cold penetrated flesh and bone, but nothing could still the excite They hadn’t scented her; they hadn’t scented her

God, this couldn’t be possible

Pressing her back tight to the thick trunk of a pine, she stared up at the moonless sky and whispered a silent prayer that at least one of the Breeds patrolling the area would scent her

A drug like this could be deadly, just as her source had warned her it was

Pushing away from the tree, Cassa skirted around severala chilly rain as she slid through the night

There was a whisper of voices ahead, the sound of soft footfalls corew around an enclosed picnic area, she waited for them to pass

“Are you certain of your inforht clearly as the pair grew closer

“Five dead, Jonas, that’s hard to mistake Each one was ruether several times a year to hunt down escaped Breeds Each one was killed in the sa the same pattern There’s no mistake”