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voice.  “I heard dogs,” she managed to say, still
breathless with both fear and exertion.
                The man still holding her uttered a bark of a
laugh.  “Weren’t no dawgs, chère. I tink you know dat.  It’s why you run
so fast, no?”
                “Look, I’m sorry if I was trespassing.  Just let
me go.  I’ll leave.”
                “It’s a liddle late for sorry, chère.  Dare’s
somebody got a bone ta pick wid you.”  Rising, he hauled her to her feet.  “Be
a good liddle gal now, you hear?  He won’t be happy if we have ta git rough.”
                Despite the threat, she fought for all she was
worth as soon as she was on her feet.  She caught them off guard, managing to
slip free for a handful of moments before she was tackled again.  That time
they bound her wrists before they hauled her up.  She screamed, partly from
frustration and partly with the forlorn hope that someone might hear her and
come to help.
                “Scream all you like.  Dey ain’t nobody ta hear
ya out here but the brethren, chère.”
                She knew he was probably right and the fear broke through the
cocoon of shock that had surrounded her.  The failing light concealed them in
deepening shadows, but she didn’t need more light to know what they were.  She
would have known even if the one holding her had not mentioned the brethren.
                There was an air about them that told its own
tale.
                She was in the company of wolves.
    * * * *
                The soft, sucking sound of mud and the faint
splash and gurgle of water around the poles vied with the croak of frogs, the
chirp of crickets and night birds, and the croaking, thankfully distant,
bellows of alligators as the boat they were in moved smoothly through the
bayous.
                Erin jerked as yet another blood sucking insect
latched onto her, wishing she had her hands free so that she could beat the
swarming mosquitoes back.
                She had heard others, but she had not seen more
than the two werewolves that had captured her.  They had walked her all the way
across the island to the landward side.  When she’d finally collapsed from
weariness, hoping to at least slow them down so that she could have time to
come up with a possibility of escape, the one behind her had simply picked her
up and tossed her over his shoulder as if she’d weighed no more than a feather.
                Unfortunately, she weighed considerably more and
her own weight was sheer agony, especially since they picked up the pace when
she was no longer slowing them down, loping along the pitch black paths as if
it were broad daylight.  They hadn’t been moving long before she’d been begging
them to let her walk on her own again.
                They ignored her.  She blacked out when she was
finally set on her feet and the blood ceased to pound in her brain.  When she
came around, she was already in the boat.  The one that had been carrying her
moved to the front and picked up a pole while the other one shoved the boat
into the water, waded out and climbed in.
                Without any apparent hesitation about where they
were going, they moved along the inner coastal waterway for a while and then
nosed the boat into a shallow thread of water running through the marshes that
was barely wide enough for the boat.  It widened a short distance in and the
boat began to move more smoothly.
                For what seemed like hours, and probably was,
they followed a map in their heads that led them deeper and deeper into the
swamp.  Erin had long since become too tired to really feel much fear.
                It was there still, but lying beneath layer upon
layer of weariness, misery, despair, and the grief that had ridden her so long
she hardly even recognized it any