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ground with one paw. Billy continued to scream while Jazira stood with her front paws holding him in the snow.
    “No!” was the only thing Quinn could mutter.
    Her eyes were narrowed and her ears were flat to her head.
    “I should rip your throat out! And if you ever touch him again I will.” Jazira growled and pounced on Billy’s chest harder, probably knocking the breath out of him.
    She left him alone and Quinn felt her tongue on his cheek. He heard Billy get up and run screaming through the streets.
    “Jazira…get…out of here,” Quinn managed before he let the darkness engulfed him.

    She whined and nudged him with her nose. She knew she could drag him home, but she didn’t think that would be a good idea. With no other choice, she turned, putting her nose to the wind. It took only seconds until she picked up Quinn’s scent in the cool winter air.
    With a mighty leap, she took off in the direction of his house. She was beyond terrified. Nobody seemed to be watching as she climbed the steps of the house. Voices could be heard behind the door and immediately she could smell the scent of the man who’d saved her from the lake. Maybe there was hope.
    Hesitating, she walked to the door, dropped her head and began scratching furiously. The whine was genuine. She had to get help to Quinn.
    She heard the voices grow louder when the door opened.
    The woman screamed and stumbled backward, falling in the doorway. Almost as quick, the man named Samuel stood in her place.
    Jazira figured she should try to make herself look less frightening, so she sank to her belly and continued to cry.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Samuel bellowed.
    “Quick Samuel the gun…it’s over there,” the woman who must be Quinn’s mom yelled and pointed.
    Jazira whined louder and looked back the way she’d come. How could she make them understand?
    Samuel approached her cautiously, tilting his head. “You are the stupidest creature I’ve ever seen. I don’t know why you’re following me?”
    “Samuel don’t get to close to it,” she said, grabbing his arm.
    He turned to her and spoke. “I know this wolf.”
    He continued to move forward and Jazira crawled toward him on her belly. He bent down to look at her. “Are you hurt?” he asked. “If you’re not, you must be determined to end up dead.”
    Jazira gently reached up and grabbed his shirt. He looked at her questioningly and she pulled at him.
    The woman gasped again. She pulled harder and brought him down the stairs. What if somebody saw her, she thought full of fear.
    He followed her and she continued to pull him until they were in the street. At that moment, she let go of him and ran toward where Quinn lay. She stopped and looked back for him, waiting.
    He turned back to the door. “Amanda, please throw me my coat,” he demanded.
    “Samuel, Quinn’s out there. What if that wolf hurt him?” She cried holding her hand to her mouth.
    “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll find Quinn.”
    When Jazira knew he would follow, she ran to Quinn and lay down beside him. She licked his face. “Samuel’s coming Quinn. He’ll take you home. Please don’t die,” she whimpered.
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Chapter Eight
    Samuel saw the figure in the snow and broke into a full run. It had to be Quinn. Impossibilities never ceased to amaze him. He stopped beside the furry beast and Quinn. He picked Quinn up and looked at the creature.
    “You really are a mystical creature from Lost Lake, aren’t you?”
    She closed her eyes and licked Quinn’s hand. Loud voices could be heard from a neighboring street. Jazira spun and shuffled back and forth nervously.
    “Run you crazy animal! Go before somebody takes a shot at you.”
    Her red eyes bore into his. He could see how terrified and sad she was…or so he thought, but then again, it was a deformed wolf he looked at. “Go,” he shouted again.
    Only then did she turn and run.
    Samuel carried Quinn back to the house.
    Amanda shrieked and ran