Elsewhere

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"Oh, Stephen. I'm so glad we have this time together. It's been years."

She lights another candle. "The barber did a lovely job." He shivers as she traces a finger over his jaw. "You look good enough to eat."

She lays a finger over his lips, silencing his protest. "Shh...I know we have so very much to talk about. Don't worry. I've cleared my calendar. We have all night."

Single Blue Female, ISO lice ridden rebel camp...

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Raven stares uncomfortably at the compass. If she didn't know better, she'd think the thing had a sense of humor. They've been around the same rock three times, up a slight rise, and down into a ditch.

At least this place doesn't have sewers.

"I hate magic."

The Hunt

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Shadows are lengthening, tendrils of night creeping up on the landscape. The recent rains have left the air rough with the humid stink of rotting forest vegetation, animal fur, tree bark and blood: fresh, dark, and glistening wetly on bracken.

The claws withdraw slowly, lethal bone knives wreathed in scarlet ribbons. The man's body sinks to its knees, bloodshot eyes rolling back in his head. Beside him lie the dismembered remains of his son and daughter; scavengers already waiting in the wings with sunken, hungry stares, but too wary of the strange predator who remains standing in their midst to approach.

The only sounds are a wet gurgle and a cushioned thump as the man finally slumps sideways to join the remainder of his family. Then, a warning rumbled to the gathering animals eager for a piece of the action.

No. He gets the prime cuts. He is the alpha - out here.

Before he can sate himself, Logan's nostrils flare suddenly as they instinctively reassess the scent on the air. There's something profoundly different out here, somewhere. Something alive. Something new.

Something that can be hunted.

Fresh kill forgotten, he deliberately and carefully licks the blood from his claws, savoring the iron tang in his mouth; then, in the blink of an eye, he's vanished into the encroaching darkness.