Chapter EIGHT-JEZEBEL

I rubbed my hands down my arms. My gaze kept sliding to the copse of trees beyond the fence surrounding my place. The last few nights, the shades had been quiet, but the animals, well, that was another story.

Between the goats bleating and the dogs yapping, I was hardly getting any sleep. At least, I thought it was dogs. But did domestic dogs howl?

Just last night, I’d crept to the window and thought I saw the same big black dog sitting outside my fence that I’d seen almost every day this week.

His hackles had been raised as a shade appeared at the edge of the forest, and he snarled at the figure who then blinked out of existence.

I was beginning to be grateful for my furry guardian and when I smiled, he turned his big head, and those bright green eyes were just staring at me.

It was like he stood watch over me. And I wished his unwavering presence was enough to chase the monsters away permanently. But they would be back. The shades never stayed gone for long.