Tara wanted to shiver at the cold red eyes she saw shining out at her from the darkness. They seemed to stab into her like ice picks. She could see that they were wolves.
"Oz…?"
The bigger of the two shadows stepped forward and she knew it wasn't Oz. This creature seemed to regard her with a combination of distaste and amusement. And then, to her surprise, it spoke.
"Thank you, brother," it said. "One strong witch on a witches moon is reason enough for celebration. Two strong witches…well, that's the sort of thing you write home about."
The other, smaller wolf shuffled into view and seemed unable to meet Tara's eye. Oz.
"You set me up," she said to the creature with a coolness she did not altogether feel. "You used Oz to lure me into a trap so you could get me and Willow together."
If such a thing were possible, the wolf smiled. "You and the other little witch are stronger together than you would ever be apart. Individually, you wouldn't make a mouthful. Together…you're a meal."
"Did Oz know?"
"That disgusting human part of him had no idea. He still thinks he was doing if for love," the wolf rasped contemptuously. "But the wolf part of him…that was mine all along. Just as you will now—be mine!" he roared.
He was racing towards her and Tara fumbled in her bag for the pistol and pulled it free. She fired once, twice, again, and again and he wasn't even slowing down and Tara wanted to shut her eyes or at least look away so she could see Willow one last time but she couldn't look away and then—
Baby, she thought. We'll be together, always.
The shadow of the wolf was falling on her.