stepped between her and the doorway. A tall, slim silhouette with flowing black hair that was shot through with silver.
'Marcia!' Karyn's voice was a rasping whisper.
'I see you remember me. I'm glad. You will have much time for remembering in the hours before dawn.'
'What do you mean?'
'I'm going to hurt you, Karyn. I'm going to hurt you very badly.'
Karyn squinted in the darkness, trying to get a better look at the woman. 'Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you persecuting me? You took my husband from me back in Drago. What more do you want?' She broke off as the effort of talking hurt her throat too much.
Marcia took a step toward her. The fire pit lay between them. The tall woman knelt so the light of the fire shone full on her face. 'You want to know why, do you? Then look!'
She raised a hand to her forehead and ran long fingers through the white streak in her midnight hair. 'This is why. I have this mark to remind me of the night you put the gun inches from my head and fired. I will never forget the agony of that moment and the long months that followed. In those months, Karyn, I thought of you above all else. I have lived for just one thing — to give you some measure of the pain I felt. And finally to see you die.'
'I had to shoot that night,' Karyn whispered. 'I saw only a wolf. I couldn't know it was you.'
'You lie!' the other woman spat. 'Just before you pulled the trigger I heard you speak my name. Oh, yes, you knew.'
It was true, Karyn realized. In that long-ago night when she fired the silver bullet into the head of the sleek black wolf, she had known full well it was the woman Marcia. Lura. What a tragic shame that the creature had not died.
'I have had much time to think,' Marcia went on. 'In that time I have imagined many ways for you to die. In all of them you suffered greatly. And now things have worked out even better than I could imagine. Now I can kill you in a most appropriate way.'
Marcia reached down to the edge of the fire pit. There the taped ends of a long-handled pair of pliers protruded from the fire. The other end, with the pincer jaws, was buried deep in the glowing coals.
'In the Middle Ages,' Marcia said, 'there were many interesting ways of dealing with people suspected of being witches. Or werewolves.' She lightly caressed the taped handles of the pliers as she spoke. 'One of the ways was to use a red-hot pair of tongs to pull the flesh from the body of the victim. A pinch at a time. It takes a very long time for someone to die that way. Very long, and very painful.' She looked up and the fire struck glowing red sparks in the deep green eyes. 'That, Karyn, is the way you are going to die tonight.'
Karyn pulled her eyes away from the woman, and from the vicious tool jammed deep into the coals. She looked toward the open doorway. Outside the twilight had deepened to the charcoal gray of approaching night.
Marcia saw the direction of her glance. 'If you're expecting help from your friend Chris or anyone else tonight, you're going to be disappointed. Even if he does learn where you are and foolishly comes after you, he will never reach us. There is only one trail to this cabin, and someone is waiting for your friend on that trail. Someone you and I both know very well.'
'Roy!' The name tore at Karyn's throat as she spoke it.
The other woman smiled. A slow smile of triumph. 'Yes, Roy. Your husband once, but
not any more. Now he is mine. He belongs to me more completely than ever he did to you. He will be there to meet anyone who comes up the trail, and he will see that you and I are left alone.'
Karyn stared at the dark woman. Fear rose like bile in her aching throat. Slowly, slowly Marcia drew the long pliers from the fire. The cruel pinchers glowed a bright red-orange.
Without warning, one side of Marcia's face jerked for an instant in a tic brought on by violent emotion. She threw one quick look over her shoulder, then came around the fire pit toward Karyn. She gripped the handles of the pliers and thrust the glowing-hot jaws before her.
31
THE LAST RED SLICE of the sun slipped below the horizon, and night came all at once on the trail leading up the mountain. Chris swore at his failure to bring a flashlight. He could still make out the trail itself, but the deep shadows at either side could have concealed anything. To the little burro, day or night made no difference. He plodded patiently upward, breaking into a jog occasionally as Chris dug in his heels.
He tried not to think about what he might find when he reached the gypsy's cabin. The old woman was dead, that much Luis had told him. He did not say the werewolves had killed her, but the implication was clear. What would Karyn have found at the cabin? Would she panic? He could only hope that Karyn had locked herself inside when darkness came, and would stay there until he arrived.
With no details visible in the darkness, it was difficult for Christ to calculate how far he had come. Since the afternoon, he had paid no attention to time and distance, except for the position of the sun. He had been on the trail almost two hours before darkness fell. By now, he reckoned, he should be nearing the crest where the cabin was. He prayed he would find Karyn there alive and unhurt. Together they had a chance to survive this night. Separately -
The thought died in Chris's mind. Subtly, a change came over the mountain trail and the brush alongside. Details became visible as the blackness gave way gradually to a cool, pale light. He looked up through a gap in the trees and saw the round, bland face of the moon edging into view above the ridge of mountains.
With more light, the climb became easier, but the coming of the moon reminded Chris of the horror he must yet face this night.
The burro stopped as though someone had jerked him back on a rope. His ears swiveled to catch a sound, his nostrils widened, testing the air. Chris urged him on, but with a frightened bray the burro moved stiffly backward.
'Up, burro, come on,' Chris coaxed. 'Don't go spooky on me now.'
The burro refused to move forward even when
Chris slapped his rump. The animal shivered and showed the whites of its eyes.
'What's the matter, burro? What is it?'
Something moved on the trail up ahead. A shadow eased toward them into the moonlight that now illuminated the trail. The shadow stopped and waited. A huge tan wolf.
The burro bucked and shied away. Its hoofs slipped on lose dirt and the animal fell heavily to the ground. Chris pushed himself away in time to avoid falling under the burro. He heard it scramble upright and go thudding back down the mountain. He was alone on the trail with the wolf.
For a long moment the man and the animal looked at each other. As the wolf moved, the muscles rippled under its shaggy tan pelt. It growled softly, and the teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
Chris reached for the knife, but he was too slow. Before his hand closed over the hilt, the wolf crouched and sprang. Shocked by the suddenness of the attack, Chris dived forward and skidded in the dirt on his chest. He felt the night air stir as the long, powerful body of the wolf passed over him. He scrambled into a crouch as the wolf hit the ground and whirled to come at him again.
Chris slipped the knife out of the leather sheath. He held it out between them so the silver blade glinted under the moon. The pale eyes of the wolf followed the arc of the knife as Chris swung it slowly from side to side. The wolf growled again, deeply and menacingly.
'You know what this is, don't you?' Chris said. 'You know what it can do. Now, come and get me if you can.'
The wolf lunged forward, Chris thrust at the animal with the knife. The wolf stopped inches away from the blade. Chris slashed out, and the wolf backed off just out of reach.
Again the wolf sprang at him without warning. Chris fell to his right just in time to avoid the slashing teeth, but he was unable to bring the knife around. The wolf landed, spun, and leaped at him again without pausing.
As Chris dived frantically out of the path of the hurtling body something tore away the sleeve of his jacket. In a moment of panic Chris felt his shoulder. There was no blood. He knew too well what the bite of a werewolf could do.
