How To Love A Murderer.
His picture.
The evidence, meticulously laid out in a damning article on the ‘Feral Minds’ blog.
“There are many people like us, Zack,” Zhedya said softly, taking a step forward. “But there is a hierarchy. And that places you far, far below me.”
With a roar of pure rage, Zack launched himself forward. Zhedya moved with blinding speed.
A sharp kick to the knee, a sidestep, and then Zack felt a sharp prick in his neck. He collapsed to the ground, his body going rigid, his mind screaming in a prison of paralyzed flesh.
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