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Yes, the beast in him roared, clawing just under his skin, writhing to be set free. Yes! When he spoke again, his voice took on a deep, animalistic quality, coarse and barbarous, entirely inhuman. It rumbled through the room, echoing, and all the animals screamed anew. “Where is the third panther?” The guard stiffened, mouth gaping in a silent scream. His face darkened to purple. He released the contents of his bowels into his pants with a loud, malodorous plfflolff! Xander dropped him, and the man crumpled to a heap at his feet, coughing, clutching at his throat. Boots pounded down the hallway, closer. “Where!” “Second floor,” the terrified guard rasped. Shaking and coughing, he spat blood onto the white tile. “Surgery suite on the second floor.” His eyes rolled back in their sockets
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