Chapter 11SHE SHOULD HAVE SLAMMED the door on four eyes and run the mile and a half back to the main house. She should have screamed and called for help. She should have climbed a tree, or waited for Warren to go first. She did no such thing.
“Hey! Come back here,” Noelle shouted. Four eyes disappeared into the dark. Oh no you don't. She felt around the entrance of the door. There had to be a way down. God, or perhaps the wolves's sacred mother, intervened on her behalf and her search was rewarded when she touched metal. Clouds blew away with a faint breeze and moonlight revealed more metal prongs set in the dirt as well as the dirt floor at the bottom.
Warren rushed past her jumping into the pit while Noelle climbed down. He circled the area snarling and growling, scratching at the di
