The moon was hidden behind the clouds when Jensen was startled out of her sleep. She sat straight up in the bed, listening for the mournful cry that sent shivers up and down her spine.
At first, she thought it could have been Roxy having a bad dream, but her bloodhound lay at her feet, not making a sound. Connor lay beside her, with his hand over his head, snoring softly, with a smile on his face. At least he was happy in his dreams, in fact everyone was, but her.
She carefully surveyed her surroundings, although she could see nothing out of the ordinary, but she did catch a slight whiff of something, or someone she had never encountered before. The scent of fresh pine needles wafted in the air of her room, along with something….feline?
Then she heard it again...The mournful cry, which
