Back at the hotel, there's cause for concern. You and Rachel came to the island with four friends. Dick, the most 'laddish' of your male colleagues, has gone missing - after wandering off, first thing this morning, with two Spanish girls he'd hooked up with. Deirdre - one of Rachel's chums - set off to find him, along with Dick's cousin, Harry. Now they've returned - without Dick. Instead, after being chased by weretigers, they've found one of the girls Dick went out with, in the forest. She was partially-clothed, and in a state of shock.
"Don't go into the forest, guys," you warn your friends - having agreed with Rachel earlier to say what happened to you both. And that's exactly what you do.
Your mates looked shocked and unconvinced - but the dazed girl who Deirdre is comforting nods and cries, when you talk about the satyrs.
"You guys can do what you wish - but I'm leaving tomorrow," you declare. "How about you, Rach?"
"I'll join you on the same boat out," she decides.
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That night in the hotel you toss and turn in bed - unable to settle. Your remaining room-mate, Harry, however, is sound asleep. And snoring...
The events in the satyr glade keep playing on your mind...
"Missing us?"
"You shoot upright in bed, startled. There, besides the window of your room are two figures. The one in front steps forward into the path of light shining in from the lamp outside, and your heart skips another beat. It is Skye, standing proudly in her naked, satyr form.
You grab the pillow, and hold it as a makeshift shield. "How the hell did you get in?"
"That would be telling," she grins. "But I'm here to give you another chance at joining us."
"Uh-uh." You shake your head. "Leave me and my friends alone."
"Oh! I'm afraid it's too late for that!" Skye steps aside on her hooves with a nimble motion, and the other person steps forward.