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ave me, I knew what, where and how. I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directio

gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered,

d, and I took my binoculars to look into the house,

gas springs preserve located nearly t

a total waste now. We had decided to go, when we found a man at the

but he came back saying he was late, and the caretaker? None,

hell outta here. This is a dead end"

piercing eyes "You know

back here tonight to check the house myself!" I said co

n grounds. Logan dipped his nose into the air with a sated inhale and exhale. The leaves fell over his broad shoulders in a patting

ht reflected on his graceful face. He was a fine

ensory receptors, and there was one he could sense. With slow motion and in stealth, the potential prey lurked forward. But L

t for the supernatural being. It was getting near, and nearer... then... he turned around a

t's your secret?" Mrs Lopez a

"Fast? Secret? I did what any nor

Logan. Don't you

an said with the sketch of a

You tease me a lot. Why do

do I come outsi

er sleep?"

moon in a passionate stance. "M

his shoulder, with a pat. "Well, you try and get som

ere is nothing like sweet dreams for p

pez didn't get

ing. Goo

orizon and was lost into

utside. He seemed like he was waiting for someone, or something, and he was just about to call off the nig

ts to his nose. He parted his lip halfway with a dividend smile as he counted numerous footst

, like he hadn't even an atom of id

er because he had been triggered to do only one thing; kill. But now, all he had was his claws and his golden glowing eyes which were enough

be a silent slaughter night so that no soul in his househol

lack like the night but they were spitted on by the moon's illumination, and it

ict and problem insinuated. What were they doing here? And why are the others not here? He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't risk having any innocent soul waste... so he dived at the two men in front of him and quickly penetrate