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her when you get
back—”
    “It is done, pack master.”
    Sergei ended the call without saying goodbye. As soon as
Alex was clear of the metro area, he pressed the Stingray’s accelerator until
the pedal was to the floor. He listened to the whine of the engine as it revved
through the gears then glanced at the speedometer and watched the needle sweep
clockwise until it hovered at 160.

Chapter Three
     
    Gwen’s stomach knotted and she swallowed down the bile that
rose in her throat.
    Fight or flight.
    A storm of options raced through her mind as she stood
trembling on the forest path. The two dogs were in front of her at the edge of
the clearing, and one didn’t have to be an expert in animal behavior to read
their body language. Their ears were back, their heads were down and their
hackles were raised. The low, rumbling growls caused her hair to stand on end.
The message was clear. There was danger ahead.
    “Bob, Jezebel, come,” she whispered.
    The golden retriever and black lab didn’t move from their
post.
    “C’mon guys, let’s go home. Who wants a cookie?” she hissed.
    Neither animal moved.
    Gwen wished she’d grabbed her grandfather’s rifle before
leaving the cabin. Not that she’d know how to use it, but she thought just
having it in her hand would have made her feel safer.
    The memory of last year’s cougar attack washed over her. The
big cat had sprung out of nowhere, faced off with them and left Jezebel with a
gushing wound at the neck. Gwen had gotten away from the encounter with a
sprained ankle and a bruised ego, but Jez had required many stitches to close
the long, ragged claw marks.
    If Alex hadn’t come along…
    He’d arrived on the scene in the nick of time and fired a
rifle blast over the big cat’s head. Even if she couldn’t hit the broad side of
a barn, she could at least pull a trigger and make enough racket to scare off a
predator. Why hadn’t she brought the rifle with her?
    Gwen patted the pockets of her jacket and jeans, hoping that
she’d find her cellphone there—and knowing that she wouldn’t. With sickening
clarity, she could picture where she’d left it—in the Jeep’s cup holder. Alex had
told her not to go anywhere without her cell. If she’d only listened, she could
have rung up any one of the pack members and they would have been at her side
in an instant.
    Without a means to protect herself or call for help, Gwen
weighed her options. She could arm herself with a fallen branch, try to outrun
whatever was lurking ahead, or curl up in the fetal position and hope for the
best. None of those choices seemed to lean in her favor. Instead she muttered,
“Fuck it,” and crept up between the dogs.
    “Shh,” she soothed as she reached down to stroke their
heads. “Damn the torpedoes, babies, let’s go see what’s what.”
    Gwen stepped out from the shadows and into the sunshine that
bathed the clearing. It took her a moment to see what the dogs were upset about
and, when she did, she breathed out a sigh of relief. At the far edge of the
clearing, she spotted Jenny. The little blonde was kneeling in front of a brush
pile with her back to them and her head bowed. In spite of the chill in the
air, Jenny wore only a tank top and cutoff jeans shorts. The dirty soles of her
bare feet showed beneath her narrow ass.
    Gwen ruffled the dog’s fur and strode out between them.
“Come on, you goofballs. It’s just Jenny,” she whispered. She’d reached the
center of the clearing and was about to call out Jenny’s name when something
stopped her. Call it instinct, intuition or just a gut reaction, but Gwen
realized in a sudden and sickening instant that something was very wrong.
    She’d started inching backward toward the shelter of the
forest when Jenny turned and locked her in her stare. Jenny’s eyes were wild
and her face was smeared with blood. Gwen’s instinct was to flee, but she knew
she’d never be able to outrun a werewolf—even one that was still in