Excerpt
I heard it, breathing heavy, moving slowly up the stairs. My brothers weren’t home. My parents were out of town. I had not been left alone in the house for even one night over the past three months.
But this would have to be the night.
It stopped.
It had reached the top of the stairs. From my vantage point, I could see the fur on its back. The form was muscular, standing tall like a man. He sniffed the air, seeming to sense something that appealed to him.
You’d think he just stepped in the door and smelled pumpkin pie.
With some alarm, I realized that what he probably smelled was me.
He turned then and came towards the door of the bedroom.
I clutched the bat a little tighter. I could feel sweat on my skin. Dogs could smell fear, couldn’t they?
After all, werewolves are highly evolved dogs…. Or poorly evolved humans? My mind was racing. Maybe, if I aimed low, I had a fighting chance…