THIRTEEN
Standing in the shadows created by a stand of trees, Rona stared at the canister containing the gas the scientists assured her would put any freaks sprayed with it under her control. Now it was time to find suitable candidates to test it on. Dalwaring was teeming with people: human, half-breed, and warden. Not that she was ready to take on the Ward yet. Instead, she had watched as a group of young men finished work for the day and returned to the houses where they resided. Four of them clearly lived together, single men from the looks of it. They would be perfect test subjects.
When the noise in the streets subsided, people locking themselves in against the advent of night, Rona made her move.
She left the shadows cast by the trees and strode around to the back of the house. Wi
