Stupid, she berated herself. How many times had her mother warned that she was going to end up on the news as the victim of the latest ax murderer if she continued her solitary walks? But then, when did Mom's advice ever change her behavior? Besides, the moon seemed to be pulling at her to join its nightly communion, to celebrate the thick darkness, to smell the air crisp with the odors of fallen leaves, mossy earth, and...musk? Amser closed her eyes and tried to breathe in the sudden scent of male that surrounded her, exciting her in a way she couldn't explain.