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- A shattering roar suddenly fills the night and Brady Kincaid screams. He believes
- now, Yes, he believes now, all right, but it's too late and his scream is lost
- under that snarling roar that rises in a sudden, chilling glissade to a howl.
- The wolf is running toward him, running on two legs, its shaggy pelt painted orange
- with moonfire, its eyes glaring green lamps, and in one paw - a paw with human
- fingers and claws where the nails should be-is Brady's Vulture kite.
- April
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