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Life or death? Fight to save your people? Fight to save humanity? Fight to advance science and warfare?

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This is a new story line from here. The premise is the same, but it's new characters going through their own stuff.

The world is not as it seems. Therianthropes, those with the ability to change from human to animal or to a creature that’s something in between, have been living among humans for as long anyone can remember. Most humans are completely oblivious to this and those that aren’t are viewed as crazy. There is a government agency that is aware of the therians and has been watching them for years, the department of paranormal research and defense, or DPRD for short. They would like to get their hands on them and dissect them or worse, create an army of were-creatures to send into battle to save human lives. There are also hunters out there that believe these creatures to be a threat to human kind and have taken it into their own hands to try to eliminate them.

If this weren't bad enough, the therians themselves don't get along well with those outside their own species. The territory lines are enforced by numerous patrols and the neutral zones, are the only safe places for those who are trying to protect the therian way of life from the humans who wish to to destroy it.



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Gabriel rose his brow again at the personal information that Chance revealed to him. There was no sense in exposing more about his personal life, but he didn't see the point in keeping basic knowledge in the dark. They spoke about their love life, but he felt his nerves tense when Chance asked him about his. To be fair, Chance just met him, so any curiosity was understandable. It was a common reaction, but it still startled him that someone cared about his love life, or wanted to know details about himself. He sat up straighter and put some thought into his answer. Since Chance was so open and honest, he didn't see the point in masking himself.

"Exiled? That's shit." Gabriel said, having compassion for Chance's situation. From his perspective, he couldn't imagine having been exiled from his family. He didn't even think about that possibility, since he had come from such a supportive home.

Gabriel cleared his throat in thought and explained his love life in the most simplistic fashion. "Women crawling all over me?" He paused and stifled a laugh. " Even if that's the case, they're disappointed when they find out I'm gay." Memories flooded in and Gabriel remembered the awkwardness between him and female co-workers. They could never figure out why he was so indifferent to them, or didn't pick up on their seductive nature.

It just never did anything for him, even as a young teenager.

He studied Chance, but didn't take him for being gay. Then again, he failed to notice those types of details in a person, but their sexuality wasn't at the top of his priority. It was interesting that out of all the Therians around town, he had managed to be introduced to a gay man. Since the pickings had been slim in the past, he had given up hope on finding a Therian with his same sexual preference.

Chance was single, too, which made him smirk in thought. There had been a reason why he had offered to share the same bed, but he thought it was out of hospitality. Now he understood, but he wasn't the easy type, so Chance would be disappointed.

"Where do you work? I can stay on the couch tonight." He responded with confidence and sprawled out on the couch.

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The pain was quickly rebooting Prestons mind to alertness. While still in incredible pain he looked wide
eyed at Ozzy, contemplating the list of current actions that could be taken. But what... How.. How did
he know what Preston had seen? That was a very perplexing problem indeed to him... He must have been
much deeper into something than he had ever dreamed possible. Damn pamphlets. Still wide eyed he nodded,
deciding out of all those options going with this guy was the best idea.

"Theres people trying to kill us...?" He said, voice still slurred from having one of his teeth knocked
out by the cinder block.

He slowly but steadily got on the bike, behind Ozzy this time, and hung on for dear life.

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Chance gave a bit of a frown when he thought about his own past, the hell he was forced to endure before being exiled in Nevada, if you could really call it that. It was more like being tortured to the brink of death and being thrown in a drainage ditch and left for dead in a place where there was so much crime that no one would figure it out. For all anyone in his tribe knew, he had been dead for the last six years.

"Okay I guess you can take the couch, but for the record, I wouldn't have tried anything. I'm a little old fashioned that way, I like to get to know a guy first." Chance smiled.

"As for where I work, well you could say that it's hell for a guy like me. I didn't have a lot of job prospects when I got here but I met a nice guy and lucked out." Chance summarized as he didn't want to go into all the details of what condition he was in when he met his boss.

"And, to make a long story short, I was a strong guy and the Peppermint Stick strip club needed a bouncer so that's what I do most nights. I check ID's of people coming into a bar to watch men get naked on stage. I also break up fights and that kind of thing." Chance admitted with a little bit of a blush.

"So, you didn't get anything at the coffee shop, do you want me to make something? I'm a pretty good cook." Chance said, taking Gabe's earlier advice to make himself at home and went into the kitchen to see what he had in the fridge. He didn't see a lot and didn't really expect to see much. However, he did see a package with two chicken breasts in it. He pulled it out along with a half-full package of bacon and a bag of shredded cheese and then went to the pantry and found some dry pasta and some spices. He grabbed one of the onions he saw in a basket on the counter. He didn't really give Gabe the chance to answer his question before he was rummaging through his drawers and cabinets for the cooking and prep utensils he needed. Soon he was chopping and cooking away and the whole apartment smelled like bacon and onions and the spices he was using. By the time he was done he had made a chicken bacon pasta dish with a cheesy cream sauce.

"I hope you like it." He smiled as he brought the food out to the small table in his tiny dining area. He set a bowl of the pasta at each side of the table and brought a beer out of the fridge and set it at Gabe's place. "Not really a fan of beer myself. Unfortunately, I have an insanely high alcohol tolerance so beer doesn't do anything for me on that level and I don't like the taste, so I usually drink the hard stuff when I do drink." He realized he was rambling a little and stuffed some of the food in his mouth before he made an ass of himself. He was a little bit excited to have met another gay therian, and a canine one at that, not that that part was important, and he was a little nervous.

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Gabriel was at a loss for words at the sight of the prepared meal. No one had ever cooked for him before, except his own mother. The gesture was the kindest thing anyone had done for him in a long time. He couldn't remember the last thoughtful action someone had done for him. Gabriel took a forkful and cooled down the surface by blowing on it. Curls of steam arose from the carefully planned meal. It was a shame to devour it so quickly, but Gabriel hadn't had a home cooked meal in ages. He didn't know if it would be a sacrilege to his cooking, but he drizzled ketchup on top of the dish and mixed it together.

It was perfect.

"Well, you definitely know a way to a man's heart." He said, then finished the meal with the beer. Alcohol had little effect on him, but he enjoyed the taste more than anything. The scent of the dish overpowered the room, but it created a cozier atmosphere. Gratitude settled into his mind and now he was convinced he wouldn't care if they did share a bed. Chance had managed to earn his trust in a single night, which few managed to accomplish in a lifetime of knowing him.

Gabriel undid his belt and tossed it to the couch, then he kicked off his muddied boots and let them fall to the floor. There was no sense in worrying about first impressions now. He smirked at Chance and wondered what other ulterior motives he had. Gabriel decided to test his nervousness and spoke bluntly.

"If you continue to cook like that, you can earn your keep with meals alone." Gabriel said, his mood content. Perhaps it was time to end his bachelor lifestyle, the thought tugged at his mind for a moment.

He took a large gulp of his beer and then looked toward Chance with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So, do you have a place to stay?" Since they were being so open with one another, he didn't see the sense in beating around the bush.

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Chance chuckled in his hyena sort of way at Gabe's comment about earning his keep.

"I'll keep that in mind, but I'm sure it takes more than a good meal to get close to you." He was actually really happy to have made a good impression on Gabe and that he liked the meal. He toyed with the idea of settling down with Gabe, but he had just met him that day, so it might be a little soon to start planning the wedding.

"Actually, I live right here in the same apartment complex. Apartment B14, down one floor. Can't believe I've been living here all this time and never noticed there was another therian living here."

He sat down next to Gabe on the couch after cleaning the dishes. He kicked off his shoes as well and mimicked Gabe's posture putting his feet up as well. He felt more relaxed as Gabe asked more personal questions and was becoming more friendly with him.

"So what's your favorite food? If I'm gonna be cooking for you, it'll help to know what you like."

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Ozzy was glad that the hiker had made the right choice. He waited until he felt him wrap his arms around him and hold on tight before he sped off making a point to go in a crazy path and even back-tracking at some points. All this to loose the woman following him, he was unaware that she had even been about to try and shoot him. He finally got back to his apartment and carried the hiker up through the door. He sat him down on the couch and locked the door and chained it up too. He grabbed the first aide kit out from under the sink. He gave the hiker a towel to bite down on while he cleaned the wound with the rubbing alcohol. He poured a lot of it over the wound from the bear trap, and used a clean rag to wipe away the dirt and dried blood. He heard the muffled screams from him as he did so. He looked back at him with sympathetic eyes.

"Sorry, it's gonna hurt for a little bit, but the good news is it can be fixed up easily. Keep biting down, I'm gonna have to stitch this up." Ozzy warned.

He took out the sterile needle and surgical thread from the kit and sewed up the deep puncture wounds from the bear trap's teeth. He worked as fast as he could, but he knew it hurt really bad in the area he had burned on the exhaust pipe. He sewed up the holes pretty quick and then covered it with the antibiotic ointment that was in the kit then wrapped it up loosely with gauze and then grabbed some ice and put it in a bag and put it on the burn.

"Hold that on there, it'll help with the burn." He said after he was done with the leg. "You can get some rest if you need to and then we can talk about the thing you saw. Here take this it'll help the pain." He said as he handed him some painkillers from his medicine cabinet.

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He was used to caring for others and putting them first, so he raised a brow when he was asked about his likes, or dislikes. It was refreshing, but a little alarming, since he had to get used to some relaxation. He put all of his doubts about Chance aside and sunk into the couch and a smile managed to emerge.

"I'm so busy most days, I haven't really thought about my favorite dish." He listened to Chance and removed his shirt. It was full of grime, dirt and sweat from the previous events. When he got too busy to cook, he either made ramen, or ordered pizza. His choice of food wasn't the best for his diet, but as a bachelor, he couldn't really complain either. Very few gay men - when he did manage to date them in the past - couldn't tolerate his life style. Gabriel was a workaholic and preferred to live in a simple fashion. Meals were always easy to prepare and sometimes he'd wear the same shirt for a few days. Without someone to impress, or concern himself with, he didn't consider how he lived on a daily basis. It was humorous that Chance's question made him think about his daily habits, but that was life for you.

"BBQ ribs. What's your favorite meal?" Gabriel asked, his eyes danced with curiosity. Perhaps he could cook something for Chance in the future, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be the one in the kitchen. He smirked when Chance admitted to living in the same apartment building.

"Hmn, that's interesting. So, did you want to spend the night here first and we work your way to your place?" Gabriel said, the humor obvious in his tone. He wondered how Chance lived, but he was certain it had to be a healthier life style than his.

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Dr. Taylor flexed her fingers around the redacted personnel file for DPRD Agent Graves. She was sitting on the threshold of the door to her trailer, staring out at the RV park she’d found off the interstate, a thermos of hot tea by her hip and a ringing phone cradled to her ear. Regardless of whether or not Taylor’s Boss Man thought sending her into the field was an astronomically bad idea, she planned on following protocol and report in with the agent-on-site to be briefed and her talents utilized however Agent Graves saw fit. She didn’t want to be the stupid new kid who didn’t know how these things worked, even if she was. So, protocol.

While she stared out at trailers, campers and mobile homes that had never been moved in their 40-some years, the park stared back. She’d found the RV park at night, in the rain, and managed to park in her reserved spot without waking her neighbors with the beam of her headlights. Apparently, her neighborly courtesy had gone unnoticed by the local wildlife.

A woman in a flower print blouse sat in a plastic lawn chair under a vinyl awning, glaring. It could have been a trick of the heat as the rain evaporated from the pavement. She pulled down the sunglasses headbanding her frizzy red hair away from her face. Nope, that was definitely a pointed glare. She brandished the phone next to her ear to ward off that unblinking attention. The woman’s eyes didn’t shy away; instead she obviously looked her over, and resumed the steely unblinking vigil. Great, Janet was making her debut as the Stranger in stranger danger. It was unlikely her appearance was contributing in any way to the cautious hostility emanating from her Neighborhood Watch neighbor. Janet’s yoga pants and tank top didn’t have pink declarations of her sexual promiscuity, and she had enough meat on her bones to rule out meth addict. Her knee-high boots were cheap fashion, not function, and nothing worth stealing. At 38, she hoped she was free from the Young Dumb Trouble profiling she’d been eligible for two decades ago. She doubted her scars were visible at that distance to those old eyes, even with her mild sunburn and freckles bringing the puckered white marks into stark relief. It could be her hair. She hadn’t been naturally this red since she was a girl, but not dyeing it made her look painfully washed out. Some folks were superstitious about redheads, and there was nothing she could say or do to refute their engrained beliefs. Janet re-angled herself to lean against the door frame, where she, at least, was blind to the other woman. The phone kept ringing.

“Pick up, pick up…” she muttered into the phone. Her free hand spun the thermos cup on the vinyl tile floor, in time with her barely caffeinated patience. Nervous about meeting DPRD Agent Graves, go figure. The name was completely to blame. This person tracked and hunted dangerous predators, and add to that a comic book cool name like Agent Graves. Was it possibly an assumed name? Janet supposed Agent Ponikarovsky wouldn’t inspire nearly as much respect and fear. I mean, you can’t not turn that into Agent Pony, right? Janet Taylor had never used an alias. Donning the iconic white coat and blue gloves of her profession did more for her rep than any Doctor Dread moniker. The phone stopped ringing. Janet held her breath, waiting to either be kicked over to an answering service, or hear a voice on the other end.

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"BBQ ribs huh? Good thing I Know my way around a grill." He chuckled nervously as he watched Gabe take off his shirt, doing his best not to stare at his toned body. "My favorite is good old fashioned spaghetti like my Grandma used to make with garlic bread."

"So, I take it those are from the big guy we met back there?" He asked as he pointed at the scars that were barely visible.

"I know the feeling. I got a few scars of my own here." He gave a sheepish grin as he pulled up his own shirt and showed his back to Gabe. It looked like his entire back was covered in scar tissue.

"You know what a drag strip is? That's when a bunch of people chain you to a truck, then they drag you down the road until your clothes get torn off. I lasted longer than I should have." In reality, the scars covered the entire back side of his body aside from his neck, head, and arms as he was trying to get the chain off most of the time he was being dragged.

He sat there and suddenly realized they were both sitting there with their shirts off and staring at each other. Chance smiled and let out a slight chuckle.

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There were many things they were sharing on a personal level, but he didn't expect Chance's next choice of action. The removal of his shirt took him aback, but he grinned with a mischievous look in his eyes. For one that appeared like a prey, it looked like the tables were being turned. It was obvious that Chance had his own dark history, but he didn't need to learn everything about him all at once, since that would be boring in the end. The chase would end and it would cause Gabriel to lose interest. From what he could tell, Chance gave off the impression of a "boy-next-door," with a streak of bad luck in his life. Although they were both dealt with hardships, at least Chance's family hadn't been taken away from him. They still lived, even if they were estranged from Chance.

Then again, he supposed that they might as well be dead, since they all outcast Chance. After Chance explained his favorite dish and he exposed his own vulnerability, he began to feel at complete ease. Gabriel finished his beer and traced a finger on one of Chance's scars. He'd feel the light-feather touch of his index finger, as it trailed on the surface of the pallor scar that ran down his back. There was no sense in hiding the attraction, but Gabriel kept himself from becoming too attached. People with dark histories tended to flourish in chaos, or have commitment problems, but that was a belief he continued to tell himself. Gabriel acknowledged his own tendencies to attract the broken, chaotic, or desperate, but he seemed to let Chance into his life anyway.

"Yeah..." Gabriel paused, then brought his hand away from Chance. He remembered his rule: don't get too close. Zeb understood that he was alive and well, which meant that anyone near Gabriel could become a target. "He took everything from me, but I'm beginning to see a silver lining in the madness." He said, referring to Chance.

"Stay the night." He said, not giving Chance an option. Gabriel locked eyes, then turned his attention away, as though distracted.

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Chance smiled at Gabe's compliment. "I'd love to stay the night." he said with a bit of an eager grin. He knew that Gabe must be leery about letting Chance into his life, but at the same time, it wasn't like Chance couldn't hold his own. Chance was being groomed to become a guard to the Chief of his tribe before he was kicked out. He could spot danger where others couldn't, he had killed three therian hunters before he was fifteen to save his tribe and none of that seemed to mean anything to any of them.

Chance felt a genuine connection with Gabe as he locked eyes with him. Locking eyes with a wolf wasn't usually a good idea, but there was no malice, no threats but it felt like he was looking into his soul. Chance felt like he could see Gabe's soul as well and it seemed to be opening up to him. Things seemed to be moving fast, but at the same time they felt right.

When Gabe turned his attention away, he tried to hear or see what it was that Gabe was distracted by, but then it seemed to be clear to Chance that Gabe was scared. He reached up and placed a finger on his chin and pulled him back to face him once more. "I'm pretty good at taking care of myself, you don't have to worry so much." He smiled at him with a tone that was reassuring. He sat up a little higher and leaned in until they were locking eyes once more. Chance's eyes said the words he couldn't right now and with that, he leaned in a little closer and kissed the handsome man that sat before him.

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Holding on for dear life Preston sped away with the stranger. It took just about the last of his energy
to keep hold until they finally arrived at his impromtu surgery stage. A towel was shoved in his mouth.
Before he would reach up and rip it out to ask "what the hell!?" He was biting down on it hard as his
wounds were cleaned. His muscles could be felt tensing up as he fought against his own instinct to get
away.

"Sorry, it's gonna hurt for a little bit, but the good news is it can be fixed up easily. Keep biting
down, I'm gonna have to stitch this up." Ozzy warned.

He nodded in agreement, trying his best to slow down his own breathing and prevent himself from going into
shock. The pain was incredibly sharp, but it was the pain of progress and healing, so Preston forced him
self to rely on a meditation technique he learned somewhere or another. As the ice was put on his leg,
he took over the task of keeping it there. He was beginning to return to normal, more sore than in acute
pain. He took several of the painkillers and put them in his mouth, looking around and finding a conveniently
placed bottle of water to wash them down with. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, he calmly
asked the question he had tried before the motorbike incident.

"What. In the fuck. Kidnapped me?"

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Ozzy took a deep breath and tried to calm himself before he pulled his desk chair over and sat down next to Preston.

"Look, this is going to come as a big shock to you, but therianthropes, people who can change into animals or animal human hybrids, are real and exist. You were kidnapped by one of them. He was a coyote I believe." He paused a second at the horrified look on Preston's face. "Look, for the most part, therians don't have anything against humans. Most of the many Native American reservations are actually therian reservations. They live in peace with humans for the most part and are trying to keep from being exposed. There are government agents looking for them and the therians themselves have a group of specialists who are trying to keep their existence a secret. You can't tell anyone about this." He said with a tone of seriousness in his voice.

"If anyone actually finds us, the whole human race is at stake, not just therians."

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Their night had been something memorable for Gabriel and he didn't normally allow himself to get attached. To call it passionate was an understatement, but he wasn't about to analyze one of the better nights of his life. After they spent the night together, the morning rays brought in the warmth and washed over their bed. There wasn't a romantic bone in Gabriel's body, but for some strange reason, Chance was bringing that out in him. After he had persuaded him to stay the night, he hadn't planned on the next events. Gabriel stretched and felt the body of Chance resting on his right arm. He managed to free himself without disturbing Chance and scooted toward the edge of the bed. He didn't want to disturb Chance's sleep, but he couldn't help but wonder if he'd stay another night. Gabriel looked back toward Chance while he slept and felt a smile emerge. It was the first time in years since he felt legitimately happy and he wasn't about to throw that all away over old fears.

He got up with a slowed motion and got dressed, then made his way into the kitchen. Gabriel turned on the coffee maker and began to make a simple breakfast for the both of them. He pushed the spatula around to scramble the eggs and then served the meal on a big platter. He was no chef, but he could do the basics. Gabriel smirked at the simple meal he created and decided to let Chance sleep in. He went about his every-day routine and retrieved his newspaper and began to sift through the daily headlines. Nothing caught his eye, except the news of the disappearing of the hiker. He rose a brow at that oddity and considered the connection with Zeb, but it would be too much of a coincidence. Yet, the heavy feeling in his gut wouldn't leave. He decided to move past that headline and continued to enjoy his morning paper.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee would waft through the apartment and find its way into their bedroom. If the scents didn't wake Chance up, he was sure that his subtle movement would. He served himself some coffee and pondered their next action. Should he contact his boss, or let things play out until he was called in to investigate further? He found himself lost in thought, the debate obvious: to go on his own, or rely on his work.

He folded the paper neatly and leaned back in the couch. The coffee was perfect: bitter, but sweetened with some cream and sugar. Gabriel felt the warmth from the porcelain mug in his hands and his worries began to melt away. He decided to let fate play a role in his next move.

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The evening had been a memorable one for Chance as well. It had been so long since he had the opportunity to just be himself around anyone. Even his shifting abilities relaxed to a point that he hadn't had since he was back in his tribe and different parts of his body would shift on their own with his mood. Most notably was when he sprouted his tail while they were kissing and didn't realize it until he accidentally knocked a glass off the end table. Luckily it didn't break.

Now it was morning and the smell of coffee, and bacon was enough to pull Chance from his slumber. His tail began to wag again and he was smiled before opening his eyes. He wondered if it had all been just a wonderful dream until he saw that he was still in Gabe's apartment and in his bed as well. He walked out to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip and set it down at the table before walking over and giving Gabe a kiss. He then scooped himself up a plate of the eggs and some bacon and started eating. It didn't seem to bother either of them that he was only in his boxers as he ate, or that he still had his tail sticking out the back end of the chair and his hyena ears pointing out the top of his head. He looked like an adorable puppy.

"Damn this is good." He said through a mouth full of eggs. After swallowing the food he looked over to Gabe and smiled.

"So, what's our next move with that Zeb guy? We tracking him down? Getting reinforcements? Or do we not have a plan yet?"

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Gabriel smiled at Chance and responded with confidence. "I want to hunt him down, but you're right, we should plan something." He folded his paper with a neat gesture in thought. From what he understood about Zeb, he wasn't easily baited. He rubbed at his chin in thought and pondered for a moment. He looked at Chance for some inspiration. "Do you have any ideas? He isn't a man that can be easily influenced." Most men of criminal background could be lured, but Zeb was a different sort of criminal mastermind. Zeb cared if people knew his whereabouts, so he wasn't about to waltz up to their place and attack. No, he was much more careful than that.

He got up from his seat and paced around the room. He was still in his werewolf form from the previous night, but this was a blessing in comparison to past relationships. There was no reason to hide from Chance, but it helped that he was also a were. The surprise in Zeb's eyes told him one thing: he didn't plan on him surviving. He stopped in his tracks and ended the perpetual pacing. He glanced at Chance and wondered if he knew the dangers he could be putting himself in. "It's dangerous to be with me, you know..." He trailed off his words and went back to his pacing. Chance could become a target, but he didn't think Zeb was that stupid. He had too much to lose, by being that direct with an attack. The fact he had approached Gabriel, told him that Zeb had no fear. To further his theory, he was aware that a personal item had been taken from his coat pocket. Since he studied the background of criminals, he theorized it was some sort of souvenir.

Gabriel sat down at the table and poured himself some coffee. The bitterness of the coffee distracted him for a brief time, but his thoughts went back to their so-called planning. If he went against his department without calling in, he could lose his job, but at the same time, he wanted to hunt Zeb down and achieve some vengeance.

Zeb knew where he lived and who was with him, there was no doubt about that. To shake things up, Gabriel looked toward a postcard on his fridge. It was a picturesque view of a lake with tourists.

"What do you say we get out of town and go on a vacation?" Gabriel asked Chance, then smiled at him with warmth. Zeb wouldn't be expecting him to leave. "My treat." He said, sealing the deal with Chance. There was a hotel he'd book for the two of them and they'd have the opportunity to get away. Maybe with some alone time, he could think of a better plan to hunt down Zeb, or at least force him out of hiding. Until then, he wanted to enjoy his time with Chance.

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Change is near

"Change is near"

The world is not as it seems. Therianthropes, those with the ability to change from human to animal or to a creature that’s something in between, have been living among humans for as long anyone can remember. Most humans are completely oblivious to this and those that aren’t are viewed as crazy. There is a government agency that is aware of the therians and has been watching them for years, the department of paranormal research and defense, or DPRD for short. They would like to get their hands on them and dissect them or worse, create an army of were-creatures to send into battle to save human lives. There are also hunters out there that believe these creatures to be a threat to human kind and have taken it into their own hands to try to eliminate them.

If this weren't bad enough, the therians themselves don't get along well with those outside their own species. The territory lines are enforced by numerous patrols and the neutral zones, are the only safe places for those who are trying to protect the therian way of life from the humans who wish to to destroy it.