A hideous scream erupted waking Angelina from slumber.
She stirred in the darkness. The howling seemed to emanate from everywhere.
The hideous wail filled her with dread – filling her breast with a sense of impending urgency.
She felt for the warm comfort of her man beside her.
The bed was empty.
In the distance was the pitter-patter of some one or some things.
Then she remembered – Brad was gone – off fighting some nonsensical war. The bastard!
She drew her robe close to her, as she rose to follow the mournful weeping.
There were no fabled nannies six to do what she knew she must do – alone – in the dead of night.
They summoned her – as always. It was time to begin the ritual anew
Feed the twins!
