CHAPTER FOUR
When we got back to Nightbolt’s house, Spike came out barking once again, but he quieted down when Nightbolt tossed him a doggy treat from his pocket. Spike went back into his doghouse, with the doggy treat grasped firmly between his teeth, as Nightbolt and I entered the house. As soon as we entered the house, Nightbolt gestured toward the kitchen and said, “You can finish your lunch if you want. This old man has had enough to eat for now and needs to use the bathroom before we start our first training session.”
“Really?” I said. “We’re going to start training today?”
Nightbolt stopped in the hallway and looked at me. “Sure. No time like the present, eh?”
“Yeah,” I said, “but I thought we were going to put it off until tomorrow.”
“Originally, yes, but I’ve changed my plan
