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A rustle in the underbrush drew her attention. She picked her way down the slope. As her eyes grew accustomed to the moonlight, she made out a shape crouched under a bush.

For a second, the creature looked inhuman. A lupine muzzle contorted in a snarl. Then the apparition melted into the face of a man with crimson, glowing eyes.

Ted was right, I am seeing things! Trembling, she edged closer. Trick of the light, that's all. "Hey," she called in a shaky voice. "Are you hurt?"

"Go away!"

The voice certainly sounded human. She glimpsed dragging movement, as if he unsuccessfully tried to stand.

"No, you are hurt. I'd better get some help."

"No!" The snarl in his voice paralyzed her. "It's only my leg, thanks to your quick action. The doe is right over there." She heard him drag in a rasping breath before he continued. "Its neck is broken. Bring it to me."

"What—"

"Do it!"

His voice compelled her. She didn't stop to question again until she leaned over the still-warm body a few yards away. What does he want with the deer? And why am I doing this? she wondered as she grasped the animal's forelegs and dragged it closer to the injured man.

As soon as she came within the man's reach, he grabbed the animal and shoved her away. "Stay back—not safe—" He rolled over and buried his face in the doe's belly.