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“Baylor here, has the uncanny ability to subject your chiens to the most crippling pain they’ve ever felt in their lives. He is quite the asset to our coven.” Marcus was grinning, proudly, as he explained why the pack were on the ground howling in evident pain. Baylor stood stiff, not taking his eyes off the wolves. It was apparent that all Baylor had to do was shoot his piercing red stare at the loups in order to keep them incapacitated. When he looked directly at one wolf, that loup would howl, almost scream out in poignant agony.
No one saw Baylor...
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