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Elise had rented a room in the ranch house. She would be there until she hunted down and cured all the wolves that now howled in the once-wolfless hills.

Matt wasn’t exactly sure what the cure involved. Something to do with that pentagram on her palm and the vials and syringes in her black doctor’s bag. As long as it worked—he cast a glance at Edward, whose sharp gaze remained on the distant mountains—Matt didn’t care if the cure involved Elise doing the hoochie-coochie on the Empire State Building.

“He will be released again,” the old man said softly.

“Maybe not for another five hundred years.”

Edward remained silent for a few seconds, then shrugged. “I should be dead by then.”

And deep in the soon-to-be-buried cavern, the Nahual began to again crave the moon.

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