Leigh ran through the snow. Her feet were numb. She shook uncontrollably, but forced herself to keep moving. There was a path. Not well used, but better than the deep snow in the woods.

The voices chittered in her head; angry she hadn't let them kill the wendigo. She didn't want anyone's blood on her hands; not even his. Leigh came to a clearing and ran out into the moonlight. She craved the light, but feared it. Just before she reached the safety of the other side of the clearing ...