“Leave him be, Billy.”
“Dumb wolf cur always stares at us.”
“It’s just his way.”
Billy hurls another rock, but I knock it down with my book. Not a sound comes from the fenced in junkyard, but I know from the look on Billy’s face that Midnight is showing off his pearly whites.
“Fine,” he yells, then disappears around the corner.
Midnight’s golden eyes meet me when I turn. “Sorry, Midnight. See you tomorrow.”
Silence greets me, as it has every day for the past five years. I smile anyway, then hurry to catch up with Billy.
A hand slaps over my mouth and I’m dragged into a dark alley. I crash into a wall. My head spins. Three masked figures loom over me. Hands dig into my pockets, yank off my sneakers. A fist slams into my gut. My heart pounds as a knife flicks into view, arm ready to strike. Billy’s body lies nearby. I clamped my eyes shut, and wait for death.
Screams fill my ears, but they aren’t mine. When I finally open my eyes, my attackers lie in a pool of dark liquid. A pair of glowing gold eyes stare at me from across the alley. Then they vanish.
The police never found Midnight and the junk man claimed he never had a dog. I don’t walk that way anymore, but sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see Midnight in the shadows, watching out for me.
It’s always good to have someone or something lurking in the shadows – nice one! 🙂