5
My pack mates stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the middle of the foyer just in front of the bottom of the stairs. They faced the creature, but though I couldn’t see their faces their uncertainty emanated off of them. I couldn’t blame them. We weren’t the Ghost Busters. What kind of chew toy could we make out of something we couldn’t wrap our jaws around?”
Duncan cast a quick look at his comrades. “Any ideas?”
Bonnie, who stood on the far side of Chris, leaned forward and glared at him. “You’re the one who was muttering to himself about banshees! You tell us what we can do!”
He threw his arms up. “I don’t know! If I knew I wouldn’t be so terrified of them!”
“Focus,” Chris growled as the banshee swayed to and fro.
The creature’s empty eye sockets made it hard to decipher who sh
