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Shadow Walker

Excerpt:

  In mesmerized fascination, Jaye stared at Lydia’s “dog,” pacing frantically in front of a
door marked Medical Supplies. The largest, whitest wolf Jaye ever saw circled the
corridor like a sentry, a low whine escaping its throat.

  Jaye trembled with awe as she watched the magnificent beast, and her eyes misted
with involuntary tears. It was beautiful, and a wall deep within her cracked to see this
perfection of nature with her own eyes. Still, the psychiatrist in her scoffed at the
feeling. It wasn’t a true feeling; it couldn’t be true. But her Native American heritage
and upbringing clung to this miracle for what it was – a powerful, mystical truth. She
had childhood stories and adult terrors enough to fuel the suspicions she struggled with
since Trevor first mentioned his dreams. Everything in her said her eyes didn’t lie.
Trevor Watkins was a Shadow Walker.

  Jaye’s breath grew shallow in a blend of fear and awe she wasn’t sure how to deal
with. As if sensing her confusion, the wolf turned and pinned her with amber eyes that
punched her in the gut with familiarity. And the pleading in those eyes brought back
memories that were her nightmare. Then, sitting back on its haunches, it lifted its head
and loosed another spine-tingling cry.

  “I’m here to help.” She hadn’t meant to say the words aloud, and if anyone saw her
now, they’d think she cracked. But she knew clear to the source of her soul that this
was no ordinary wolf, and he understood her perfectly. She took a careful step forward.
“Please, let me help him.”

  The animal halted, mid-howl, and fixed her with a scrutinizing look she’d swear was
human. Then, as if he decided she meant no harm, the wolf rose and disappeared
through the closed door of the supply closet. Jaye back-pedalled with a startled gasp.
No matter that she accepted this wolf wasn’t a normal wolf, her rational mind countered
that she hadn’t seen what she knew she had. That wolf appeared as real as she was,
until the instant it walked right through a closed door. It comes and goes like a ghost.
Oh, dear God, what had she gotten herself into now?