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Annja knew there was no way she could turn her back on her friend

Jenny had to be protected—if not from the external threats, like the mysterious gunmen, then from herself. Annja had seen obsession kill people and knew that Jenny could easily fall prey to the same fate. I won’t let her die, she thought.

Joey came back into the camp, dragging branches behind him. “She still out?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Suddenly Annja heard a low howl of some sort. It sounded like a cross between a coyote and a banshee. She looked at Joey. “What the heck is that?”

Joey busied himself thatching a roof together. “I don’t know. Now, if you’ll help me make this shelter, we can get to bed and hopefully forget we ever heard that. Because it’s not something I’ve ever heard before.”

“Never?” Annja asked.

“Never,” Joey said. “But whatever it is, it sounds like it’s coming this way.”