Novel & Cerita Whistling At Night

"I heard the whistle." She stopped. The room got very quiet. "What whistle?" she said, but her voice had changed. Something in it had pulled back. "After I found the crow. I was standing at the window and I heard it." I looked at her. "You know the one." She did know. She had been there enough times when Tristan used to do it. When he would stand just at the edge of the tree line in the dark and whistle like that to signal to me. It was his thing. A stupid, private, ridiculous thing that only the people who had spent time around him would recognize.

I almost tripped, but I managed to move further. When I looked down, there were two men wearing hoods, whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it didn't feel right. My wolf groaned in displeasure, and I wanted to hear, somehow, my fingers pushed against the window that let out a little screech, but since it was in the middle of the night, the screeching was loud. Then men stopped talking, and one of them suddenly spun, looking directly at my window. I couldn't tell if he could see me, but I ducked instinctively regardless. The sound of my racing heart filled the air, and I heard shuffling.

Nico woke up in the middle of the night with an unusual swirl of cold wind. This kind of wind does not usually come during summer. The breeze carried faint voices and whispers he couldn’t understand. He jumped from his wooden bed and grabbed a t-shirt to check on Agatha next door.

The night air at the edge of the Whispering Crags was heavy, a suffocating blanket of tropical heat rising from the lowlands only to collide violently with the biting cold granite of the northern peaks. It created a restless swirling vortex of wind that whistled through the narrow fissures of the stone, a sound the locals called the death-sigh.

The night of the autumn turn is often accompanied by strong winds. The sound of the wind howling was like the howling of a wolf, announcing its presence. As the night progresses, the sound of the wind gets louder as it makes the window rattle nonstop. Looks like Sarah has had enough. “This voice bothers me, Your Highness,” Sarah said while playing with Hayden's nipples. The two seem finished spending another hot night. Hayden pushed Sarah's naughty hand away. Then he got up and went to the window side.

I will entertain myself to the fullest. Then, creepy chuckles resonated around the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Leaves of the trees sway softly by the calm wind. It's a usual silent night, when the occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the serenity.

Once I had an opportunity I would escape. Footsteps shuffled and I tensed. My gaze rested on my white paws still in wolf form. Someone knocked on the door gently. Crap! I tried to shift back. I was stuck. Crap, crap, crap! “Val?” Justin's voice sounded tired as if he was dragged from bed to see me. I quickly shoved my head under the blankets hoping my white ears weren't poking out. “I’m coming in then.” Justin walked into the room his footsteps light as he relaxed. He peered out the window the moonlight illuminating his features. I tried to shift back again to no success. This was bad. I knew not shifting could have issues but how would I fix this?

I take a deep breath and tell myself to be careful, so I won’t stumble from some sort of ditch straight into a waterfall. And that’s when a howl rips through the night, extremely close to me.

Chapter 47 TWENTY YEARS AGO. Heavy footsteps sounded in the darkness and whistles accompanied by shouts of "Don't lose them!" rented the air, breaking the silence and stillness of the night. An owl hooted softly in the distance and creeping animals rustled the leaves as they crawled.

I walked down a row, squinting my eyes at labels, trying to determine what was good enough to serve to start the new year, when I heard a faint whistle. I froze like there was a gun to my back. What the fuck was that? I waited, heart pounding in my ears, for the whistle to come again. Was it the wind somehow? Oh, don’t be stupid, Sera. Seriously? Wind in the basement? But I didn’t hear it again. Still, I stopped scanning and grabbed as many bottles as I could carry before hightailing it back to the stairs. I barely managed to switch the bulb off. Fuck that shit. I’m not playing with any ghosts, thank you very much.