!!!! **** WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIALS THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS VIOLENCE, BLOOD/GORE, WEAPONS, AND MURDER! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! **** !!!!
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Feral's P.O.V.
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By the time I was finally done with Elijah, night had fallen. The sky was clear, the air was warm, and it was surprisingly quiet. While I washed my hands in the room and cleaned up, War went to make sure all evidence of us and Elijah being here was wiped and that the slime ball that runs this place keeps his mouth shut.
"I told you not to make a mess," War said as he looked passed me at Elijah's crumpled body on the motel floor.
I shrugged and closed the door behind me.
"You also knew that I would lose it," I replied. "
