Midnight Feast

There’d been a number of burglaries, but she wasn’t worried. Not with Murphy the Jack Russell on point.

Curiously, though, Murphy slept through the thief’s entry over the back fence. Neither did Murphy growl when the intruder began to climb the stairs.

Instead, Murphy headed straight under the bed.

The woman sensed something was wrong the moment the man entered her room, standing at the foot of the bed and sizing her up.

Just then the moon crept out from behind the clouds, and it began.

The werewolf dispatched the intruder with a single swipe.

Murphy, as usual, stayed put.