We finished filling in the grave shortly before sunset. Even this early in the season we had a long night ahead of us. We had enough wood to give us some warmth through the dark hours. The dogs would give me the extra heat I would need. Neither Justine nor the dogs enjoyed the others company enough for such an arrangement but, fortunately, she could stand much colder temperatures than a person born of woman.
“What could do that, Rose?” she asked suddenly. The sun had long since set and neither of us had spoken for over an hour. “That wasn’t the work of an animal. It didn’t eat her. It tortured her.”
I said, “We will know more when we find it. I fear … I expect … that I know something of it. I recognized a smell on the corpse. Somewhere in this wilderness, a member of the Prometheus Sodality has been at work, building another monster.”
Justine stared at the fire. A look of profound sadness gripped her face. “A monster.” I barely heard her whisper. “A monster like me.”