I ran to the front door and peeked outside. A moment later, Ralph came in to view from the east, Mack from the west, both of them in full-on wolf mode, panting and baring their razor-sharp canines.
“How?” I managed.
Mack grinned, I think. Hard to tell with all those teeth of his. Then he ran so rapidly that even with my keen eyesight, all I could see was a blur. The howl came next, then another, and another, all from seemingly different locations.
I looked at Ralph. “Gets ‘em every time,” he said, with a hairy, clawed thumbs-up. “Do you need any more help?”
I turned around and saw Mama Bolinski now perched over Gert, so aside from Igor and what little blood we had on tap, we were quickly running out of time. “A doctor,” I groaned, staring back at the approaching pair.
They met me at t
