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exactly the reason she needs to embrace what is to come.”
    Bess knew that. Everyone had choices in life. Not everyone made the right ones. She had. Would Truro? “I worry about her. She is so tense and terribly alone.” It was a loneliness that made Bess want to cry.
    William’s arm wrapped around her. “You were very much like her.”
    “Yes, in some ways.” But unlike Truro she hadn’t built walls around her. William had still been able to reach her, to make her understand the truth and what she needed to do in order to be happy. In the two years she had known Truro she had seen those walls thicken and harden. Will she give in to what is to come? Will she love the one who loves her?
    “You changed.”
    “Because of you, William.” If not for him she would have been a lonely old woman wondering what she had done with her life. Bess looked at the man she loved. “I adored you then and I adore you now.”
    “As I have loved you.” William lifted her hand to lips. “I must go soon.”
    “I know.” It was almost midnight. It was his time to act as his nature intended. Bess would no more stop that than she would ask the sun not to shine. That was when her beloved came back to her and the peace and solitude of the old homestead set far up in the hills where no one but the animals chose to roam. Most of the townsfolk thought her odd. That didn’t worry Bess at all for they were together. “I must go and talk to Truro tomorrow.”
    “It’s her destiny.”
    They both stood silent as the wolves howled in the cool night air. It always sounded like a lonely lament to Bess but William assured her it wasn’t. She leaned in and kissed her lover with a passion that had not waned in fifty years. “Go, they are calling.” She knew better than to hold back William from his clan.
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    Two men stood outside the motel room and listened to the sighs and moans of the lovers inside.
    “We cannot allow William’s clan to become any stronger.”
    “Don’t tell me what I already know.” It was the most irritating habit Tavernier had. He acted as if he was the one in charge. Tavernier was a lackey who answered to him. Absolon was in charge of this operation. He needed Tavernier to do the legwork for at seventy-two, although quick in mind, Absolon was no longer spry in body. I am still strong but not strong enough to defeat my enemy . The younger man was needed to do what Absolon could no longer do. “I have employed the Scott woman to make sure the clan is crippled.”
    Tavernier snorted in derision. “She is a joke.”
    Some people never saw the bigger picture . “We both know that but she has the genetic ability to bring down William’s peaceful little world. Add that to the flighty Simpson woman and those werewolves are doomed.” Absolon had employed Joan Scott under false pretenses. He knew the woman advertised as tracking down supernatural beings. That she could, Absolon doubted. Though her lineage was impressive, she did not strike him as someone who could organize a grocery list let alone track down a werewolf or the like. The important thing about Ms Scott was her blood. She was descended from the being known only as the Destroyer who had terrorized mankind in the sixteenth century. All his blood kin could kill on contact if they chose to. Most were unaware of it or their connection to the Destroyer. Some learned of it by fluke, while others had been prepared from birth to harness their power. Many became no more than common murderers and thieves. No one had descended to the depths of evil the Destroyer had. Not for one second did Absolon think the Scott woman would either. He had traced all the descendants and she was the only one left. While she would not sink to the level of her ancestor, she did have his blood and the ancient enemy to all his descendants was the werewolf. Although she may be unaware of the connection, Absolon knew the minute she came into contact with one she would change. It would be