That creature must have been the attacker of the previous victim. But why had he spared her life? Her out of all people. She was confused and it showed clearly. Then, still shaking, she went to seek Christian, suddenly wanting his comfort more than ever. He was her friend. Tanitha had no doubt about it. But there was something about that dog…Dog? Or wolf? No, Tanitha told herself, there are no wolves in New Zealand. Tanitha knew that much. A soft rustling alerted her and she spun wildly, facing the bushes surrounding a particularly tall pine tree. “Who’s there?!” She screamed hysterically, frightened out of her mind. “Please! Who’s there?!” She felt strong arms wrap around her and she stiffened, muffling a scream. She then relaxed and turned, sobbing onto Cameron’s broad chest. Cameron smoothed her messed hair, making quiet soothing sounds. The place where the dog’s claws had dug into her back throbbed and flamed bright red.
