He prayed Sage was okay. It shocked him, but didn’t, to find out Sage was a werewolf. He had known of were-creatures in these parts. Hell, he had lived through their brutality. He just wished they had stayed a distant memory. Tucking Terror under his arm, William slid closer to the window, peeking out. Sage said to stay put, and William had no intention of doing otherwise. As he stared over at the town, he couldn’t see a damn thing. He could hear plenty, but all he saw was a deserted town. Frowning, William turned his head at a slight noise coming from the hallway. Was Sage back? When Terror began to tremble and whine, William became nervous. He listened harder, trying to make out the noise. He was a chicken, so it could just be the house settling, but to him, it was ghosts, zombies, or werewolves coming after him. He had a very vivid imagination when it came to things that went bump in the night. He had a very good reason to fear the dark. William scrambled over to the blanket with Terror still tucked under his arm when he heard the floorboards creaking right outside the bedroom door.
