Karyn rose unsteadily to her feet. David ran across the lawn to her side and took her arm.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Karyn said, still out of breath. “It’s nothing.”
David turned on Mrs. Jensen, who was still holding the dog by his collar. The dog kept lunging up, trying to lick her face.
“What’s that dog doing here?” David demanded.
“It’s my sister’s puppy.” Mrs. Jensen said. “He didn’t mean any harm.”
“You know we don’t allow animals here,” David said.
“I was just watchin’ the dog for an hour while my sister went to the dentist. She didn’t want to leave him alone.”
“Well, get him out of here,” David ordered. “And don’t ever bring a dog to this house again.”
“David, it’s not that serious,” Karyn said. “The dog just caught me by surprise.”
“He didn’t mean any harm,” Mrs. Jensen said again.
“Yes, yes, all right,” David said, softening his tone a bit. “But I want him out of here right now.”
“Yes, Mr. Richter,” she said. And to the dog: “Come along, you bad boy.”
As Mrs. Jensen led the dog around the side of the house, a dark-eyed boy of six dashed through the door and across the lawn to where Karyn and David stood.
“What happened,” the boy said, looking from one of the adults to the other.
Karyn ruffled his hair. “It’s all right, Joey. I was just startled by a dog.”
“A dog?” The boy looked around eagerly. “Where is he?”
“Never mind,” said David. “Mrs. Jensen took him away. You go inside now and wash up for dinner.”
Joey looked wistfully off in the direction the housekeeper had taken the dog. “Can’t I just go and see him? Just for a minute?”
“Inside, Joey,” said David. The boy trudged back across the grass and into the house.
“I feel so guilty because he can’t have a pet,” Karyn said.
“It won’t hurt him to do without one. Now let me help you inside. You’re still shaking.”
“Really, David, I’m quite all right,” Karyn said, but she allowed herself to be led into the house.
“Sit down there in the big chair,” David said when they reached the living room. “Put your feet up.”
Karyn did as she was told.
“Now wait right there and I’ll get something to calm your nerves.” He went off to the kitchen, and returned a minute later carrying a tall glass.
“Here’s a nice glass of milk,” he said.
A nice shot of Scotch would do her nerves a whole lot more good, Karyn thought, but she smiled her thanks and took the glass from David’s hand.
He stood with his arms folded, studying her gravely as she sipped at the milk. “You gave me quite a scare.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What a shame that this should happen just when you seemed to be getting better.”
Karyn set the glass down carefully on the end table next to the chair. “I hate that expression,” she said. “Getting better. It’s a constant reminder that I’m a convalescent mental case.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that I’m a little disappointed that, after a year, Dr. Goetz hasn’t done more for you. Do you think we should try someone else?”
“Dr. Goetz is as good as any of them,” Karyn said. “Really, David, you’re making too much out of this. The dog came up behind me and took me by surprise. I overreacted, that’s all.”
“The dog,” David said, watching her. “It reminded you of that Drago business, didn’t it?”
Sure. That Drago business. The unpleasantness in the mountains. Nothing remarkable, really—just fighting off a pack of werewolves and seeing your husband change into… Karyn broke off the thought and shuddered.
David moved quickly to her side. “I’m sorry dear, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
Karyn squeezed his hand. “No, darling, it should never become a taboo subject, or I will be in trouble. And you’re right about the dog. Seeing its face suddenly so close to mine took me back for a moment to Drago. It’s been only three years, you know, and we’ve got to expect incidents like that from time to time.”
“And you’re still having the dreams, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Karyn admitted. “But not so often, anymore.”
David frowned. “When is your next appointment with Goetz?”
“Tomorrow.”
“And you really think he’s helping you?”
“As much as anyone could.”
David patted her hand awkwardly. “All right, then, we’ll go on with him. I just hope he can make you see that this Drago business is all… behind you.”
As she lay that night in bed beside her sleeping husband, Karyn recalled his words. She knew that what he had started to say was, “All in your mind.” She would be happier than anyone to be convinced of that, but it was not so. Drago was as real as the moon outside their bedroom window, and much closer. The werewolves were real too. And somewhere, Karyn knew, one or more of them survived.
Nine hundred miles away, in the grape country of California, another woman lay awake beside her man. Her long, supple body gleamed like old ivory in the moonlight. Across the pillow, her hair spread in gentle waves of glossy black, shot through with a startling streak of silver.
The man stirred in his sleep. The woman quieted him with a hand on his broad, bare shoulder.
“Rest easy, my lover,” she whispered. “Soon we will have much work to do.”
2
From the window of Dr. Arnold Goetz’s office in the new Farrell Building, Karyn could see the sailboats skimming across Lake Washington under a stiff westerly breeze. It was one of those brightly washed summer days when the dreary months of rain are forgotten and the people of Seattle go outdoors to celebrate the sun.
Karyn stood at the window talking in a flat, emotionless voice. Finally she said, “So that’s all there was to it. Just a silly incident with a dog, and it was all over in a minute.”
Dr. Goetz waited a full fifteen seconds. It was a technique of his that Karyn recognized. The purpose was to encourage the patient to elaborate on, or perhaps contradict, the last thought. When Karyn did not offer to continue, the doctor spoke.
“There is no doubt in your mind, then, that it was only a dog yesterday.”
Karyn spun around to face him. “Of course it was only a dog.” She walked over and sat down in the chair facing the doctor’s desk. “I was frightened for a moment because it brought back bad memories. That’s all.”
Dr. Goetz nodded sagely. “Yes, I see. And tell me about the dreams. You say you still have them?”
Karyn bit her lip and frowned. “Yes. And they worry me more than the business with the dog. Will I ever stop hearing it at night, Doctor? The howling?”
“You do understand that it is only in dreams that you hear this… howling?”
Karyn leaned back in the chair. Sunlight from the window caught her pale blond hair and made it a glowing frame for her face. She was twenty-eight now, and there were little lines at the corners of her eyes, but the touch of maturity only emphasized her beauty.
“Yes, Doctor,” she said wearily, “I know it only happens in dreams. Now. But three years ago in Drago, the howling was real. As real as death.”
Dr. Goetz touched his glasses. Karyn had determined that it was his unconscious gesture of disbelief. He put on an understanding smile.
“Yes, I see,” he said.
“Bullshit.”
The doctor brightened. Gut reactions always encouraged him.