If silence was a human, it would have gotten tired at the rate by which it was been summoned by the Triga’s family of the Wind Winder pack. It cloaked the room deeply for the second time in the chilly September night.

Jan could be seen opening her mouth in a bid to talk, then closing it again. She didn’t really know what to say or how to say what was on her mind. Staring her husband wide-eyed, she hoped fervently that what she had just heard from her daughter was false. But then ...