Chapter 39

“What the fuck?” he whispered in the dark. He quietly climbed out of bed in hopes of not waking Josh and walked downstairs.

In the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of tap water, drank half of it at the kitchen sink.

Somewhere in the night, along the lake, he heard the pack of coyotes howling. The pack became obnoxious, loud, and annoying. One howl after the next transpired, echoing through the park and along the lake. Feeling uncomfortable, thinking that he would see the glimmering green-white shadows of the warlocks outside the kitchen window, he placed the water glass on the counter and backed away from the sink.