Clay and the dark-haired werewolf grabbed the man and dragged him over the bodies of his friends, and away, just away. Nathaniel, I said. I jerked out of reach. I took the jar of salt from Graham's hand.
Three years, he said. A man was leaning against the far wall. God, you were good before, but not like that. I wanted so much more.
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