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"Pathetic," Leo muttered. Bec saw Layla's hands clench and unclench as she struggled to contain her anger. She's going to lose it. He knew her, after all these years. "You all-" Leo began, but he never finished the sentence. Layla spun around, her anger exploding within her. Before she could take the swing at him, Ghost exploded off the ground towards Leo. --- Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The saber tooth tiger Ghost was met in a mid-air tackle, not with Leo, but with a huge, brown lynx. *** Not werewolf My name is Xanthe. The year is 2174. I am of the third generation. Tarra says I should write Layla’s and Riley's story although they do not want me to. I consider it an honor. Emile’s technology will deliver it to you. If you read it, maybe you will understand. You should prevent this. I am a survivor. This is not fiction, but history. It is your future. But in the future, all creativity has a price.
Prologue: Taken
