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forest life caught her eyes – some expected, some not so much. Jill never stopped looking around, never let her attention falter. Out here and alone, all it’d take was one misstep to land her on a timber rattlesnake.
    A bite from a rattler would be bad enough closer to civilization, but so far away? There’d be nothing she could do except curl up and die.
    That sent a nasty shiver snaking through her guts. Why do I have to think about that stuff all the time? She asked herself. Oh right, because constantly being aware of where I’m stepping is why I’ve still got all my fingers and toes.
    She took another breath, marked another tree trunk with her orange elastic bands, and continued.
    The path was surprisingly well beaten-down for a place so overgrown and unknown. Some sort of animal, perhaps, used this route as his path to water, or maybe this was a long-used hunter’s trail fallen into disrepair.
    A shiver crept through Jill, piercing her to the core.
    She knew that feeling.
    Something was watching her. No, not something. Someone.
    Animals never made her feel the way those two creep assholes had two weeks before when she and Stanton met with them. She was more comfortable out here, in this wild world, with the wild things and the hidden things, than she ever had been in the other one where she usually lived.
    But still, something wasn’t right.
    All around, she looked, convinced someone was watching. A poacher maybe? A curious hunter? Jill got low to the ground and listened.
    Birds, squirrels, and something pawing at the dirt. I’m freaking myself out for nothing. Just get up and keep going. It’s nerves. That’s all.
    Swallowing hard, she got back to her feet, walked seventeen paces, and then froze solid in her tracks. There it is again, the feeling like eyes are all over me .
    Chills rose from the base of Jill’s spine all the way to her scalp.
    Something flickered through the woods. She turned just in time to see a vanishing blur of grey along the tree line not thirty feet from the rough path she followed.
    “What was that?” she whispered.
    Whatever it was zoomed past again, this time across the path, too far ahead for her to see, but close enough to see that it was – whatever it was – the color of quicksilver.
    In one instant, fear gripped Jill, and the mark on her chest flared slightly. She touched the mark. It was warm under her fingertips even as her heart was cold with fear. The sound was behind her, and she spun to see it, but again it was gone before she could see anything. Slowly, Jill made her way toward the camp, though there wasn’t any reason to bother – it was still miles away and if something was after her, she needed to deal with it right then—
    Crashing into her from the side, something hit Jill like a locomotive.
    Her ribs burned, her neck cried out from being wrenched to the side.
    Opening her eyes and clenching her fist in the rotten leaves, Jill spat out a mouthful of dirt. She turned her head to the side, but saw only teeth.
    Long, yellow, dagger-like fangs brushed the side of her face in an almost seductive way. Pale yellow eyes caught her gaze.
    “There aren’t any wolves here.” The air burned her chest with every single breath. Her throat hitched as the creature opened its mouth, and hot air slid out, caressing Jill’s bare throat. “Are there? Okay, yep. Yeah, there are definitely wolves here.”
    Nervous yammering was Jill’s forte. The only thing is, usually she deployed it to derail an embarrassing phone call, like when her mom called to ask if she still made sure to use protection. She wasn’t so sure she could fast-talk a wolf.
    With a glint of intelligence in his yellow eyes, the wolf opened his mouth, showing the full length of his terrible teeth. He snarled and then drew his head lower, near to Jill’s neck. He stared for a second longer, and then she closed her eyes, not willing to look at the horrible thing that pinned her to the ground.
    Jill’s pulse