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.
Slowly, he made his way upstairs, one step after the next. Zeth tried to stay as calm as he could, but his entire body shook, nervous and still upset by the warlock dream. In the distance, the coyotes continued to howl, obeying the night’s shadows and their pack’s rules. His footsteps on the stai
