Contrary to what the most knew, Earth had three moons.
"Thief!"
Declan Wyatt heard the scream fifty feet away from him. He couldn't explain how but he knew it was at least fifty feet.
Declan's senses had always been hypersensitive since he was young. He could hear sounds four times greater than a normal human being. Even his nose could detect food a couple of meters away. It was a nuisance, really. And rather annoying when someone teased him he was like a dog. Yet beneficial for his work as a pastry chef.
But as his brunette date chatted away their evening, Declan had a sudden realization that maybe he was becoming a dog. He was starting to wrinkle his nose and his fangs were throbbing. The premonition of danger was getting stronger.
"Help! Thief!"
There it was again, Declan thought
