Chapter EightDaniel lay shivering in his bed, buried beneath the cover. The scream had sent fear racing through his veins. A warm night. Cold in his heart. Every nerve was alert, every muscle tensed. He waited, sure another growl or roar or yell would pierce the night, but nothing came. No repeat. Only the pounding of his heart in his ears.
He turned onto his back. Nothing. So, he clambered out of bed, a mad thought seizing him. Perhaps some milk would settle him, a few biscuits. He crossed to his bedroom door, eased it open. The house sat deathly still as he stood and listened in the hallway. Satisfied no one walked about, he tiptoed to the stairs and paused, trying to calming himself. Adrenalin pumped through his body, making him light-headed, but he managed, after a few moments, to fin
