I dreamed of blood.

I stood in a clearing, on a rocky hill in the middle of the forest. 1 recognized the place; it was near the cabin. When I turned my face up, blood rained from the sky. It poured onto my face, ran across my cheeks, down my neck, matting my fur. I was covered in fur, but I couldn't tell if I was wolf or human. Both, neither. The forest smelled like slaughter. Red crosses marked the trunks of the trees closest to me. Painted in blood. Then the screaming started, like the trees themselves were crying at me: Get out, get out, get out. Leave. Run. But they hemmed me in, the trees moved to stop me, ringing me, blocking my way. 1 tried to scream back at them, but my voice died, and still the blood rained, and my heart raced.

It only lasted a second. At least, it only felt like a second. It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I woke up. But early sunlight filled the room. It was morning, and Cormac was kneeling by the sofa.

“Norville?”

Quickly I sat up. I looked around for danger—for blood seeping from the walls. I expected to hear screaming. My heart beat fast. But Cormac seemed calm. I didn't see anything unusual.

“How long have you been there?” I said, a bit breathlessly.

“I just got here. I found something, I think you should come take a look.”

I nodded, pushed back the blankets, and followed him, after pulling on a coat and sneakers.

The air outside was freezing. I wasn't sure it was just the temperature. After that dream, I expected to find another gutted rabbit on the porch. I expected to see crosses on every tree. I hugged myself and trudged over the forest earth.

Cormac stopped about fifty paces out from the cabin. He pointed down, and it took me a minute to find what he wanted me to see: another barbed-wire cross, sunk in the dirt as if someone had dropped it there.

“And over here,” Cormac said, and led me ten paces farther, along a track that paralleled the cabin.

Another cross lay on the ground here. Without prompting from him, I continued on, and after a moment of searching, I found the next one on my own.

I looked back at Cormac in something of a panic.

He said, “There's a circle of them all the way around the house.”

The barbed wire had become more than a symbol. The talismans literally fenced me in. They created a barrier of fear.

“Who would do this?” I said. “Why—why would someone do this?”

“I don't know. Do you smell anything?” he asked.

I shook my head. I didn't smell anything unusual, at least. “That's weird, I ought to be able to smell some trace of whoever left these. But it's like the crosses just appeared out of thin air. Is that possible?”

“If these things are more than just a scare tactic, then I suppose anything's possible. I kept watch all night I should have seen something.”

“Were these here before last night?”

“I didn't see any.”

I kicked the dirt, stubbing my toe on the ground. I let out a short growl at the pain. “This is driving me crazy,” I muttered.

“That's probably the idea,” Cormac said.

“Huh. As if I'm not perfectly capable of driving myself crazy.”

“Is that what you've been doing stuck out here in the woods? Driving yourself crazy?”

It kind of looked that way. I didn't have to admit that, though. 1 started picking up the crosses, searching for the next one around the circle, intending to find every single one.

“Kitty—” His tone made him sound reprimanding, like he was about to burst forth with some great wisdom. We both knew it: picking up all the crosses was probably futile. Until we learned who was leaving these things, there'd always be more.

“You should look in on Ben,” I said. “After his talk last night, he shouldn't be left alone. Or you could get some sleep. Or something.”

He actually took the hint. After a moment's pause, he ambled back to the cabin.

When 1 finished, 1 had sixteen barbed-wire crosses pocketed in the corner of my coat. Eighteen when I added them to the two Cormac had brought into the house. 1 found a plastic grocery bag, put them all in, tied the bag closed, and left it out on the porch. 1 didn't want those things inside. Cormac's idea of melting them to slag sounded wise.

Inside, Cormac and Ben were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table, dead quiet. Cormac looked at Ben, and Ben didn't look at anything in particular. I started fixing breakfast, pretending like nothing was wrong, trying not to throw glances at them over my shoulder. It felt like I had interrupted an argument.

“Eggs, anyone? Cereal? 1 think I've got some sausage that isn't too out-of-date. Frozen venison?” Silence. My own appetite wasn't what it should have been. I settled for a glass of orange juice. Finally, leaning back against the counter, I asked, “Who died?”

Then I wished I hadn't. Ben looked sharply at me, and Cormac crossed his arms with a frustrated sigh. I couldn't read the series of body language. Maybe if I could get them talking, then close my eyes and pretend I was doing the show, I could figure out what was wrong.

“No, really,” I said, my voice flat. “Who died?”

Ben stood up. “I'm taking a shower.” He stalked back to the bedroom.

That left me with Cormac, who wouldn't look at me. I said, “You going to tell me what I missed, or are we all going to go around not talking to each other for the rest of the day?”

“I'm inclined to say that it's none of your business.”

“Yeah, that's why you brought Ben here in the first place, because it's none of my business. Real cute. What's wrong?”

“Ben and I worked it out.”

“Worked what out?”

“A compromise.”

I wanted to growl. “Will you just tell me why he won't talk to me and you won't look at me?”

Taking that as a challenge, he looked right at me. If I hadn't been against the counter I would have backed up a step, so much anger and frustration burned out of his gaze.

He said, “After the full moon, if he still wants me to do it, I'll do it.”

I had to take a moment to parse that, to understand what it meant. And I did. I still had to spell it out. “You'll shoot him. Just like that. The only person in the world you trust, and you'll kill him.”

“If he wants me to.”

“That isn't fair. That isn't enough time for him to adjust to what's happened to him. He won't be any happier after the full moon than he is now.”