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away, until the beast began eating. Winded, nauseated by what she saw, her
eyes scanned the trees until they landed on a male shadow wolf that would not
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come out. Yet another werewolf leaped into the center of the carnage and both
beasts snapped and growled at each other as they began to fight.
Awareness came in slow, painful increments. Instantly circling Hunter, she
shielded him from seeing, blocked him with her body, and pushed him from this
place. As she used the force of her wolf body to lean against his, she looked
back to see a small struggling sack of flesh then looked up into the sightline
of a shotgun& the hunter had tears streaming down his face. The silver shell
went through the center of her head, parting her hair, burning her scalp, and
then she felt them moving again into the suction of the vortex.
They were in a lab; a man was strapped down to the table. He had on prison
clothes. He was raging, screaming. Doctors and technicians were scurrying. She
recognized Doc. He was younger, much younger. Two people looked familiar,
she'd seen them in pictures Sasha froze.
The thing on the table was in transition. She bared her teeth and barked, her
wolf voice trying to send a warning as the restraints snapped. Hunter's huge
black wolf tried to force her back to block her sight, but she had to know and
fought him to see, then turned her head, howling& her mother, her father, all
the men in the lab. It was pure slaughter.
She began running aimlessly, aware that Hunter was by her side. She just
wanted to get to a place of peace, of calm. They were back in the moss-covered
mist again. Sobs racked her body and soon her human hands covered her face as
she sat on the warm ground facing Hunter. Tears had wet his face, also, and
she reached out and wiped them away as he wiped hers.
"We had to come through the dark shadows to here& Only once you come back to
your humanness can you ask the questions, Grandfather warned me. But many get
lost in the wolf and cannot return."
She nodding, catching her breath. "I'm ready to ask the questions."
He held her face. "You didn't leave me& you even tried to fight my demons for
me when it was futile," he whispered.
"How could I leave you to be trapped in that? It was terrible no one should
have to see& Oh, Hunter, I'm so sorry I brought you here. Forgive me."
She covered his hands with her own for a moment before he pulled her into a
warm embrace.
"No& I needed to come here all my life. Forgive you? I should thank you." His
arms held her tightly as he kissed the crown of her head. "I've never loved
anyone like I do you."
For what seemed like a long while they sat in the shadows holding each other,
recovering, allowing all the hurt to drain away with each calming breath. Soon
their solace was broken as soft footfalls could be heard. They looked up at
the same time, then quickly stood.
A beautiful Native American woman with luminous dark eyes and ebony hair
dressed in traditional ceremonial clothes stepped out of the shadows. Her
doeskin dress was intricately woven with silver and turquoise and amber beads.
Eagle feathers and beads crowned her hair, and Sasha immediately felt Hunter
pull away from her, yet hesitate.
"Go to her," Sasha murmured. "She has been waiting for you for a long time."
She felt a shudder of pain claim him as he walked forward and then stopped.
The woman met him, walking the rest of the way, and slowly opened her arms and
hugged him.
"My son& " she said quietly, closing her eyes. "You have given me peace." She
pulled back and wiped his face. "I am so proud of what you have become. You
have grown strong and noble. Ask anything of me and I will answer, I am your
guide who has always been there for you."
Sasha turned away and hugged herself. The moment was too private, too
intimate, and she felt she had no right to be there. As deep, booming male
sobs echoed behind her, she moved deeper into the forest; she had to get away.
His hurt was so personal that his dignity deserved space. As she cried for
him, tears wet her face, and she walked for a while blindly, but stopped as
she came upon the back porch of a home that seemed vastly out of place. A
familiar woman came out and sat down on a wicker chair and beamed at Sasha and
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then waved. She was young and whole and excitement brimmed in her eyes as she
stood and walked to the edge of the porch.
"Oh, please come home for just a little while, Sasha& look at you, baby. Look
at who you are, I never knew."
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