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'Less of course you lose your head at the wrong time." |
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"But I got hurt the other day. I was bleeding." |
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"Boy, I didn't say you was Superman. I said you couldn't be killed easy and that, unless somebody chops off your head, you won't die. Won't age none either." |
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Cyrus's mind was racing, too full of the implications to think straight. "What about all this crap about the full moon and silver bullets?" |
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Kazie threw back his head and roared. Cyrus frowned and took another sip of beer. |
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"You young 'uns today. If you see it on the TV it must be real." |
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"Oh you'll feel the pull of the moon, all right. All natural creatures do. It may even put you in a mood to go tearing through the woods. But it ain't got nothing to do with you changing." |
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Cyrus got up and began pacing the room. He felt like Alice after she had fallen through the mirror. "How did I get this way?" |
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"The wolf that bit you, what did it look like?" |
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"Like a wolf. Gray, shaggy. I thought it was rabid." |
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"How did you get away from it?" |
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"It turned on my girlfriend after it bit me. I picked up this broken tree limb that I had been using as a walking stick and stabbed it in the back." |
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"We got help from a park ranger and went back to find the wolf. But it was gone." |
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Kazie nodded. "Any sign it could have crawled off?" |
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Cyrus shook his head. "Nope. No prints. Just a puddle of blood." |
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"Oh, good. It just keeps getting better and better. What the fuck is a spirit wolf?" |
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"You done pissed off the wrong fella, my friend. My guess is, a powerful Hungan, one that knows how to project the spirit |
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