She saw him then, her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open! He did not wait longer, but agilely bounded through the open window!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Tanya couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it, the massive animal head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes, and then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it – him, dog with a silver dogtag hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! He, it, whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body. And then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position!

Slowly, Tanya started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in shattering horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there, making her know subconsciously that this was it. Him, the very myth that had brought her and Rodney to Pickford's Meadows! Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her, above her nakedly vulnerable loins!