Chapter 19“Come on, you monsters! Get back here!” Mason whistled and looked over at Henley. “I haven’t seen them this excited since they were pups.” When he grinned, his teeth flashed white in the bright moonlight filtering through the dark trees. “You try calling them.”
“Yeah, right!” Henley went running through the tall pine and oak trees, being careful not to trip on the roots cutting through the snow. Wearing their black coats and boots, Ciccio and Fortuna circled each other, each carrying a huge stick in their massive jaws. The forest was theirs. Not a soul in sight. It was past midnight, and in the dark, only their eyes were visible. At times, the reflection of the moon splashed their shiny black coats.
“Come on, boy,” Henley said, slapping his thighs, “we’re heading back home. My
