My first morning in Maine, I have didaskaleinophobia. Huh, you don't know the word? Fear of going to school. I know the names of all the phobias. It helps me feel in control. Like the string I wear around my finger to help me remember my step-dad . . . who died . . . back in Charleston . . . where my mom is. Betty, my grandmother—okay, step-grandmother—is letting me stay with her. She's cool though; she's even an EMT. But something is odd about this town, and I'm not talking about the ugly work boots the guys wear. I found some huge paw prints in the snow near my car, along with some gold glittery stuff. What's up with that?
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The howling wakes me up in the middle of the night.—From Need by Carrie Jones (Source: Bought, see review policy)
It is a long noise, full of grief.
I shudder and sit up in bed.
Something outside howls again. It's not too far away.
Coyotes? (p. 16)