The sounds coming from my bedroom in Bertie’s house woke the entire household. Before the wolf had reached the pavement beneath my window, lights had been turned on, bedroom doors flung open and voices demanding to know what all the ruckus was about sounded throughout the house.
Roddy and I just had enough time to drag on our dressing gowns before my brother came pounding on the door.
“What in bloody hell are you two up to?” he demanded from the other side of the door.
I crossed to the door and unlocked it, and he stormed into the room. Then he caught sight of the bed.
“Bloody hell!” His eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head.
The sheets were in shreds. Spatters of blood and bits of fur speckled the floor. Shattered glass from the windowpanes glistened on the carpet
