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.An odd combination to be certain, but nonetheless the scent was there.The animal continued.The closer he got to the hunter, the stronger the floral scent.The stronger the smell of the floral, the stronger the hunter’s own smell increased.The animal was almost there.The hunter emerged from the shadows, heading straight for the floral-scented one.Boom.Thud.Attack, went the animal.*Marissa Van Dyke rubbed her head and she pushed herself off the ground… Where was she?A howl filled the night air.She jumped, making her head pound.There, not twenty feet from her, were two beings locked in mortal combat.She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.The dimness of the night swirled around her.A hard crash, and one of the combatants flew across the ground.The… Was it a dog?It howled, whatever it was, and put itself between her and the attacker.It glanced back at her, and green eyes—greener than anything she’d ever seen—flashed an intense, brilliant warning.The other attacker surged forward, the dog flying through the air again.My God, that dog was huge!With an enormous leap, the dog-monster attacked the man.Again, she tried to scream, but no sound came out.The dog hit the man, sending him flying to the ground; it dug its teeth into the man, scratching, and she smelled the tainted odor of blood as the dog ripped at the man’s flesh.The man managed to push off the dog; his face contorted and he hissed.White fangs flashed in the night.The dog growled, standing in front of her, guarding her from the creature.She shook her head, and everything suddenly pulsed with the beat of her heart.The man took off, leaping into the sky, instantly a shadow against the moonlight.She watched the man disappear up in the air, now lost against the inky blackness.Men can fly, right? Of course they can.The dog came toward her, stopping a few feet away.It knelt in front of her, its head down, and whimpered.Those green eyes stared at her.She reached up, caressing its muzzle, and it inched across the ground to her again, the way a pet would curl up to its master.It brought its head to her lap, nuzzling her stomach and side as it curled itself around her.This animal had saved her.This animal with green eyes.Green eyes.Green eyes.Green eyes.The words pulsed in her brain.“Tha…” she started to say.She collapsed to the ground.*“She’s coming around,” came a voice.“Good,” came another.Marissa blinked, met by dark male eyes staring down at her, appraising.“Hey,” said the man.His size was massive, yet his eyes radiated warmth and compassion.She started to sit up, looking around.What? Where was she?“It’s okay,” the first man said.“You were attacked.Are you in pain?”She shook her head, the action making her brain ache.Immediately, she glanced around looking for the dog, but it was gone.“My head,” she said.He nodded, glancing toward another man, this one as large as the first, but much more intimidating in form.His eyes darted around the area, scoping for something.“Concussion,” the first man said.“Not surprised,” the second said.“Well, he’s gone.”The man with the compassionate eyes helped her up.“Do you remember anything about what happened?”“No.” She looked skyward, knowing the sky was important.It took her a moment to remember why.Then her mind flashed back to what she’d seen and she pointed up.“Did the man go that way?” the first man asked.Part of her knew this was a most illogical comment, but it seemed correct.“Yes,” she said, her words slurred.God, she was tired.She just wanted to go to bed.The men’s eyes narrowed in understanding, as though it was perfectly natural for a man to fly away into the sky.“How did you escape?” the second man asked, his voice rougher than the first.“Dog.” The smell and feel of the dog nuzzling her came back.“Big dog, with green eyes.”“We hear that can happen this time of the year.”She collapsed against him.*October 8thMarissa woke in a cold sweat, shuddering in her bed, her hand at her throat.She didn’t scream this time, but the urge was there.Maybe she was getting somewhere.Ever since the weird experience last week, she’d woken up in a cold sweat, usually screaming.Always with the same dream stained behind her eyes.The man was coming, he was attacking, moving like a ninja; fast yet silent, but she knew he was there.He was going to get her.And she was going to die.He was on her in a blink, throwing her to the ground.Sometimes the large dog came and defended her.Though it wasn’t any dog she’d ever seen, more like a monster; a wolf, some massive form that wasn’t dog, nor wolf, nor any other animal.Sometimes it saved her.Most of the time, though, the animal was too late.The man took her, yanking her up against him, bringing a sharp, desperate pain.And the dog would howl.She forced herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom.Splashing water on her face, she tried to steady her shaking fingers.Black arches hung under her hazel eyes, though tonight they looked more green, the red blood vessels circling her irises.Sleep had become a precious commodity [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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