Chapter Six

I couldn’t sleep. My mother’s voice, insisting that we were surrounded by werewolves instead of wolves, taunted me every time I closed my eyes and started to doze.  I mean… wolves I could understand.  We’d moved to the country on property that bordered a nature reserve, but werewolves?  Frustrated, I climbed out of bed, slipped into a lightweight robe and slippers and headed downstairs. 

With no close neighbors to worry about, mom rarely closed the blinds on the back door leading to the patio.  The brilliance of the moon illuminated the kitchen to the point I didn’t find a need to turn on the light.    Helping myself to a tall glass of milk and a few homemade peanut butter cookies, I went out onto the patio to enjoy my snack and the beautiful night sky.

I must have been so lost in thought that I didn’t hear Kenton approaching.  It wasn’t until he said, “Hello” that I saw