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FOREWORD

They were created, they weren't born

They were trained, they weren't raised

They were taught to kill, and now they'll use their training to ensure their freedom

They are Breeds Genetically altered with the DNA of the predators of the earth The wolf, the lion, the cougar, the Bengal; the killers of the world They were to be the ar their own personal army

Until the world learned of their existence Until the council lost control of their creations, and their creations began to change the world

Now, they're loose Banding together, creating their own cohting to hide the one secret that could see theical, the emotional reaction of one Breed to the man or woman meant to be his or hers forever A reaction that binds physically A reaction that alters htens the sensuality Nature has turnedheat into the Breeds'

Achilles Heel It's their strength, and yet their weakness And Mother Nature isn't finished playing yet Man has atte to show man exactly how she can refine them

Killers will becoh it all, they will cleave to one mate, one heart, and create a dynasty

I dreamed of a man, lost, broken, and alone

I drea,

and forced to roam

I dreary, and without a home

A wolf cried out

A lion roared