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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 3:59 pm
Mikhael sat in the room alone, one hand clutching his head. Unlike the many other times, this headache was worse than ever. Since being changed this had only happened twice, both were used by the elders to aid them in their search for the lycans, but this, this was different. In his mind, he could kept picturing a face, but whenever he tried to discern their features, his vision blurred and their face disappeared. He lifted his head, pain etched on his face. Someone was looking for him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:56 am
A knock on the door broke the silence.
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