Under a Killing Moon
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indent The hybrid folded his ears back, and then suddenly lifted them, turning his head. He stared hard at the horizon, as if something was lurking in the forest. Perhaps to him it was. The scent was everywhere and the man would be coming soon. He would kill him. That was what he needed—that was everything. “Yeah. Go home.” Gabriel looked back to his half-brother, staring at him as if he was a stranger. In his eyes was the solemn promise and the solitary wisdom of the angel of death.






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