Before, Willow Rosenberg had thought she was as frightened as she could be. Now she was terrified almost out of her wits, but her heart had leapt to see Tara. Now if only she could warn her. The creature was out there, watching them, she knew it, and she had to find a way of helping Tara stop him. She saw her girlfriend turning around in the field, knowing she was looking for something but not sure what, and suddenly stopping.
Willow's wide eyes followed Tara's gaze to the edge of the field, at the entrance to the forest.
There, shining out in the darkness of the night, were two sets of red eyes. Oh my Goddess. Tara and I aren't the only ones who aren't alone. She could see Tara's lips moving but couldn't hear what she was saying, and strained to make it out. Note to self—find a spell that gives you super hearing. As Tara spoke, she could see her reaching into her shoulder bag slowly. Then suddenly, the creature who had taken Willow and taunted her, made her feel more lost and alone than she had ever felt was rushing at Tara. Fully revealed in the moonlight and contrasted against her pale frame he was more huge and dark than Willow had even realized.
TARA! RUN! Her mind cried out in pain and terror. Tara was pulling something out of her bag and it was some kind of gun, she fired it at the big, bad wolf and he wasn't stopping and she fired again and he still didn't stop and ohmygoddesstararunbabypleaseiforgiveyouifyoucan'tsavemejustgetout she fired again, and again, and then the wolf was leaping into the air, claws bared, mouth opening and closing in lip-smacking anticipation…
Willow's eyes filled with tears, and she passed out.