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turned toward the door, but spun on his heel at the last second. “Oh, and by the way, I understand how dressers work. I just didn’t want to put them in the wrong place. I’ve made that mistake enough times to learn my lesson.”
    The smile he threw her way as he turned and left put a herd of wild butterflies inside Jill’s stomach.
    “Do you need me to lock the door?” Rogue called from outside.
    “I got it,” Jill answered, pushing herself up on the bed, and then standing. Somehow, it hurt less than the last time she’d tried this, though nothing much had changed.
    Maybe those kisses really do make things feel better , she thought, smiling despite the howls.
    Howls which were growing louder, and closer, but seemed more communicative than aggressive. She knew enough about wolves to know when they were calling to each other over vast distances, their howls telling of danger or prey. Whatever they were discussing, it was far enough away that it didn’t concern her, at least not right then.
    She shuffled over to the desk, opening the drawer as he’d instructed. The shadows in the room were too heavy for her to see, but when she stuck her hand inside, she didn’t find anything immediately.
    Some paper, some pens, but that couldn’t be what he was talking about.
    There , she thought, as her fingers wrapped around a rubber grip with indentions that seemed made just for her fingers. She pulled the snub-nosed revolver out of the desk, and closed her hand around the grip. She checked the action, flicking her thumb across the catch, and then returning it to ready position.
    I wonder if that whole silver bullet thing is a load of crap? She stared into the cylinder, and counted six. She stuck her hand back into the drawer and fished out a very old ammunition box. Plucking out a round, she turned it around in her fingertips, feeling the cool, smooth metal slide against her skin. “That’s incredible. Handmade bullets?”
    Flicking on the lamp, she saw that the tip of each one was marked with a deeply carved groove. She’d seen enough cop shows to know that was done so the bullet would spread whenever it hit a target. They were cold and hard, too, much different from the lead bullets she used when she and her dad went target shooting all those years ago.
    “Silver,” she said to herself, shivering as another howl broke the night. “Guess not.”

-6-
“Really not into this whole ‘surrounded by wolves again’ thing.”
-Jill
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    I t wasn’t the first time she’d drawn the hammer back on a revolver, but it was the first time she did it with the intent of killing something.
    Jill gritted her teeth and cocked the hammer into position, listening to the howling outside her door. It was all distant, but still haunting and awful. Rogue left a slight ache in her stomach when he’d gone, but the chills that ran down her back every time a wolf howled quickly replaced the yearning.
    “What the hell did I get myself into?” she asked her empty cabin. Squeezing the pistol in her hand, the mixture of hard rubber and cold metal was reassuring. The heft of the weapon gave her a sense of peace that was fleeting, but at least present for a moment. “I thought this was just supposed to be a year in the woods watching bears.”
    The last word lingered on the tip of Jill’s tongue. She touched the spot on her chest that burned every time she thought of Rogue, said his name, or looked at him. She didn’t know what was going on, or if the stuff he’d said was a big load of shit, but at the moment? It sure didn’t seem like it was.
    In the distance, the lupine howls were broken by what sounded like a struggle. Jill clenched her pistol tighter, but the only thing she thought of was how badly she wished for Rogue to be back, and in one piece.
    Whatever hit her door banished that thought.
    Something, she didn’t know what, and didn’t particularly want to think about it very much, banged against the door to