Chapter ThirteenOn Wednesday evening, Jon, Ann and Samuel were parked in one of the disabled bays outside the university's main reception, waiting for Melanie to show. There was a full moon and the sky was dotted with stars and wispy clouds.
“Did you just hear that?” Jon said, gazing out at the frosty night.
Ann and Samuel looked at him, blankly.
“I'm sure I heard a wolf howling.”
“A wolf?” Sam's eyes were big and round as he rubbed at the misted-up window.
“You mean a dog Jon,” Ann said, with a derisory shake of her head, “Chattlesbury doesn't have a zoo and there are no wild wolves roaming about the middle of England.”
“I think I heard an owl,” Samuel pressed the button to slide his window down. They all listened keenly and then a wit-woo sounded, coming from the tall trees in fron
