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Chapter 1
Madison woke to a slant of daylight through a crack in the curtains.
She grumbled and rolled over, tucking the blankets tight under her chin. But the sharp edge of a notepad on her pillow jabbed at her forehead, and she brushed it away, sending it toppling to the floor.
A moment later, she sighed and opened her eyes. The notepad had been on her bedside table when she’d fallen asleep the night before. If it had made its way to her pillow while she slept, that meant only one thing.
Sure enough, the pencil had migrated too, now inches from her face, balanced across the highest curve of her pillow.
Yawning, she rubbed her eyes, focused on the clock—8:23 AM—and leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve the notepad. The scrawled message was as untidy as always. She’d been sound asleep at the time, just a small part of her brain wide awake and controlling her twitchy hand like a puppeteer.
She often wondered if it mattered that the room was in darkness when she wrote herself these messages. Did that explain the untidy handwriting? Were her eyes even open? As an experiment, she’d left the lamp on one night, but no message had appeared, so she’d left it another night, then another . . . and after a few restless nights with no messages had given up and plunged herself back into comforting darkness.
Shallows Field, Lunar Eclipse. One of Seven.
Madison stared for a long time. She’d never heard of Shallows Field, but it should be fairly easy to locate. The lunar eclipse part made perfect sense as that was happening tonight—Saturday night, the super blood wolf moon. Liam and Ant had been gibbering about it all week.
But the ‘One of Seven’ part confused her. She’d never written anything like that before.
She reached for her phone, thumbed to her speed dial, and mashed Liam’s geeky face. He answered after four rings. “Mmm?” he said sleepily.
“What time’s the lunar eclipse tonight?” Madison asked without preamble.
Liam sighed. “Well, it starts at 9:36, but the bite time is around 10:30, and it’ll be a real eclipse from around 11:41 for an hour.”
“Bite time?”
“I explained all this a million times yesterday,” Liam complained.
“I wasn’t listening then. All I heard was wah-wah-wah.”
“So what’s changed?”
Madison rolled onto her back and held the note high above her head. “A message. It says we should be in Shallows Field during the lunar eclipse.”
She could almost see Liam sitting up straight and shaking off his slumber. “Cool! What time?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. It’s not like the eclipse has a clear start time.”
A silence followed. Then Liam said, “Okay, so the bite time is when it looks like a bite’s been taken out of the moon.”
“Is that why it’s called a wolf moon?”
“What? No, that’s—”
“And the eclipse starts when?”
She couldn’t help smiling at Liam’s huffing sound. “9:36,” he grumbled. “We won’t see much then. That’s just a fuzzy shadow thing. Bite time is when it really starts, at 10:34. The bite will get bigger and bigger for the next hour. At 11:41, the moon will be completely red, and it’ll stay red for another hour after.”
“That’s a pretty big window,” Madison mused. “Portals stay open for forty-two minutes. Should we assume it’ll open sometime during that hour?”
“Or maybe it’ll open when the eclipse is at its fullest—at 12:12.”
Madison grimaced. “Well, I guess we’ll plan to be out from 10:30 onwards, then. It’s supposed to be cold tonight, too.”
“Better than rain, though. At least Shallows Field won’t be a mud pit. I’ll call Ant.” Liam paused. “Dad said I could stay up late tonight to see it. Hope he doesn’t mind if we go off somewhere else. I can hear him now, telling me the moon’s exactly the same no matter where we’re standing.”
“Just say we want to get a great view from an open field,” Madison said, tossing the message aside. She rolled over again, deciding that another doze was in order. “See you later, nerd-boy.”
“Hey, who are you calling—”
She hung up and closed her eyes, thinking of aliens and monsters appearing in the dead of night under a blood moon in Shallows Field—wherever that was.
* * *
“It’s not very red, is it, this blood moon?” Madison commented.
Liam stuck his lip out as he stared skyward. “There’s no pleasing you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Did you see the solar eclipse two years ago?”
Madison shook her head. “Couldn’t see a thing in the darkness.”
To her satisfaction, Ant laughed.
It was close to midnight. The three of them stood in the middle of Shallows Field. It was huge and not difficult to find. Though mostly flat and open, clusters of pines made it impossible to see everywhere at once.
Liam’s scowl deepened. “Maddy, are you one of those people who only saw ninety-nine percent totality and thought the total solar eclipse was a big fuss about nothing?”
“You mean it wasn’t?”
Throwing up his arms in obvious disgust, Liam turned in a full circle and raised his voice at her. “Seriously? If you had even a tiny bit of sunlight peeking around the edge, then it was way too bright to look at—”
“Hence the special 3D glasses.”
“—which means you didn’t see it at all. With a hundred percent totality, you could take the glasses off and actually look at it without burning your eyeballs out. And then it was spectacular. Man, you seriously couldn’t be bothered to drive an hour north to get into the path of the shadow and see it properly?” He blinked at her. “And they’re not 3D glasses.”
“I didn’t live here then, remember?” Madison said, trying to decide how far she could go to wind him up. “It would have been a four-hour drive south for us.”
Liam grunted and shrugged. “Still . . .”
Ant stamped a few times and huddled deeper into his jacket. “Gotta say, Maddy, it was spectacular. We viewed it from the highest point on our property, and we had cameras set up and everything. If you want to see some good footage, I have about two hours’ worth. Two minutes and forty seconds of totality, plus tons of shots before and after.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, and he shut up.
“My events are better,” she said, giving Liam a vicious poke in the side below his ribs and making him leap away with a gasp. He hated that. “I challenge you to tell me your silly solar eclipse is better than a portal to another planet.”
“No argument there,” Liam agreed. “What time is it?”
Madison made no move to pull her phone out. That would involve removing a hand from the warmth of her pocket. There was no need anyway; Liam reached for his own phone about a second later.
“11:52,” he murmured. “Do you think we’re in the right place?”
“It’s a big field,” Ant said, squinting into the darkness. “It’s pretty bright out here even with the eclipse, but would we see a wormhole if it opened up on the far side? Say over by those trees?”
They each spent a moment turning in slow circles, peering across the flat field. Madison felt sure they’d see a glimmering, shimmering portal if it appeared out in the open, but with so many stands of trees surrounding the place . . .
“Why can’t you be more specific?” Liam complained. He shot her a look. “You and your cryptic messages. Why couldn’t you give an exact time like you normally do? ‘Lunar eclipse’ . . . I mean, how vague is that?”
“And ‘Shallows Field’ is a bit vague as well,” Ant chipped in.
“Well, guys, I’m sorry I can’t muster a bit more effort when I write to myself while sleeping.”
Ten seconds later, as they stood there shivering, Ant clicked his tongue and said, “This is stupid. It’s fifty below freezing. Let’s go back to the car.”
“It’s not that cold,” Madison murmured. “But the car is sounding pretty good right now.”
She scoured the darkness for it. The long, black vehicle hulked beyond a rickety fence, parked on the side of the road. If any cops came along right now, they’d think it pretty weird for a stretch-limo to be loitering in such a remote place—and for three kids to be standing out in the middle of a field at midnight in this weather. Lunar eclipse or not, that was strange behavior. Why go so far into the field when they could stand next to the car?
The driver, Lilith, would soon set the officers right. She’d simply raise an eyebrow and inquire as to whether anyone was breaking the law, then shoo them away.
Still, Madison decided the car might be a better place to wait for a portal to open.
“Let’s take it in turns,” she suggested. “One of us stays here, and the other two wait in the car for a while. Then we’ll switch, and that way—”
Liam gripped her arm suddenly, and she knew immediately what that meant. So did Ant. Following his gaze, she strained her eyes to find the telltale signs of a portal.
There.
Chapter 2
The portal opened just like any other, a vertical slit of bright light as though a wizard held aloft a magical, glowing staff in the midst of a powerful spell. Only there was no wizard, so the staff stood alone, poised in midair several feet off the ground.
Then it widened into a circle. The light dimmed as the wormhole formed. Rippling and shimmering, the center of the circle plunged inward, twisting and turning as a tunnel to another galaxy came into being.
“Forty-two minutes and counting,” Madison murmured, pulling out her phone to check the time.
Without a word, the three of them hurried closer to the light, veering toward the only hiding place—a single oak tree with a thick trunk. It stood a little too far away for the three of them to get a good look at whatever might come through the wormhole, but they all knew standing out in the open was a bad idea. Being seen would result in the alien visitors turning tail and making a hurried exit . . . or worse, attacking.
Huddled together, Madison and her friends peeked around the trunk, watching and waiting.
It arrived a few minutes later—a dark shape rotating lazily as it sped toward them through the wormhole. Two more followed. They looked roughly humanoid but eerily slender and tall. Two legs, two arms, one head . . . but then Madison squinted and frowned, seeing twin tails that swayed independently side by side, like a couple of serpents had sunk their teeth into their rumps.
Frozen to the spot, she and the boys watched in silence. Her heart hammered. These wormhole events never got old.
The three aliens from a faraway galaxy shot out of the portal and landed in Shallows Field without stumbling. While two immediately began scrutinizing the surrounding field as if checking the place was clear, the third turned and faced back into the swirling tunnel, clearly waiting for a new arrival.
A fourth figure appeared in the shimmering light, tiny at first, growing rapidly, spinning and tumbling but somehow managing to step out neatly at the end. This one wore golden plates of decorative armor across his shoulders, the sign of a leader. He carried a squarish object—a dark-grey metallic box the size of a minifridge.
A machine of some kind? Or simply a container? Once placed on the grass, the four aliens surrounded it, and one twisted something low on the side. The box opened with a clunk loud enough to be heard across the field, its top breaking into four triangular pieces that unfolded and pointed skyward.
The visitors stood a moment, studying the container’s contents. One reached inside, then withdrew moments later. Something glowed now. The triangles folded back down, shutting out the light.
“They switched it on,” Ant murmured.
“Switched what on, though?” Liam said in an equally low voice.
Madison shared their anxiety. And when the four visitors bid a hasty retreat into the wormhole and vanished from sight, she felt sure the large crate they’d left behind contained something very bad indeed.
“Could it be a bomb?” she asked, stepping out from behind the tree. “If it is, we need to get out of here—now.”
Liam gripped her arm. “Hold on. Think about it. If it’s a bomb, then it’s not gonna be such a small one that we can easily get out of range. What would be the point of that? Why only blow up a field?”
Ant spun to face him. “So it’s a nuke?”
“Well, if it is, getting in the car isn’t going to help.”
“It might if we drive at a hundred miles an hour.”
“To where?” Liam argued in a surprisingly calm voice. “And what about our parents? ‘Oh, wake up, Mom and Dad—we have to get in the car now and drive really fast, because some aliens just left a nuke in a field, and it’s primed to blow.’ They won’t believe a word.”
Madison sighed. “You’re suggesting we disarm it.”
“No, I’m suggesting we throw it back into the wormhole.”
Before he could take the lead, Madison shouldered past him and started running toward the alien artifact illuminated by the swirling wormhole. Liam’s idea was brilliantly simple—just pick the crate up and send it back. Behind her, the boys hurried to catch up.
“Oops,” Ant grunted. “I see Lilith getting out of the car.”
Madison glanced sideways as she ran. The limo lurked in the blackness on the road, but the shadowy figure was easy to see even during a lunar eclipse—especially when she switched on a flashlight and pointed it their way.
Madison reached the crate first. Her hair whipped about in the tug of the wormhole as she put her hands on the smooth, metallic side and tested its weight. The crate shifted easily. She figured it would be simple to lift with some help.
She bent to take one side and waited as Liam positioned himself on the other. Ant arrived and looked like he wanted to take over from Madison, and she muttered, “I’ve got this.”
But just as they lifted the box, the wormhole broke up. The swirling tunnel flickered and fragmented, and silently exploded into a thousand glowing fireflies that zipped about in all directions and faded into the night.
As her hair quit whipping about and fell to her shoulders, Madison stared at Liam on the opposite side of the box. He stared back, wide-eyed. As one, they placed the box back on the grass.
“We’ll have to defuse it,” he said.
Madison couldn’t help noticing the look of excitement in his eyes. “Because you’ve defused bombs before, right?”
“We should at least open it and see if there’s an ‘off’ switch,” Liam persisted. “Or wires. Red ones are bad, I think. Or is it the black ones?”
The three of them looked for a way to open the crate. Madison half expected to see light glowing through cracks on the top, but the X-shaped joins were sealed tight.
“Here,” Ant said, reaching for something.
Madison had half a second to see him grasp and yank a narrow lever that turned counterclockwise, causing a loud clunk from deep inside. Then the triangles on top lifted, and a flood of yellow light shone upwards. Just like in the movies, a puff of steam hissed out and escaped.
When the glowing steam dissipated, the three of them crowded the crate and peered inside just as the aliens had, each of them at a corner where the triangular lid sections weren’t in the way.
“What the—?” Ant said.
Madison stifled a scream by clamping a hand over her mouth. She’d expected a digital countdown clock surrounded by multi-colored wires, all attached to explosive-filled canisters, or blocks of highly volatile C4, or even sticks of bright-red dynamite with sizzling fuses . . . but not this.
Inside the crate, a slightly smaller glass-walled container was fixed to the bottom, bathed in a ghostly yellow glow. Inside that, a grey-colored insect almost the size of a cat perched near one corner, its wings vibrating every few seconds.
“That’s the biggest dragonfly ever,” Ant gasped.
Madison fought to hide her revulsion. “I don’t think it’s a dragonfly.”
“Of course it is!” Ant argued in a strangled voice. He pointed with a trembling finger. “Look at the long body.”
Madison swallowed. “It only has one pair of wings. Don’t dragonflies have two?”
Nobody said anything for a moment. Then Liam leaned closer.
“It’s growing.”
As if the thing wasn’t big enough already! Its legs were splayed wide, but every few seconds it would adjust its stance and spread even wider across the glass-bottomed cell. The ghostly glow throbbed with energy.
“It’s half the size of the box,” Liam commented. “What happens if it grows too big?”
Madison huffed and stepped back, throwing her arms out. “Who cares? What’s the point of this? This isn’t a bomb. A bomb would make some kind of sense, but this is nuts. Who visits another planet to dump a crate with a giant bug inside?”
The three of them could only watch, puzzled and amazed, as the bug grew to three-quarters the length of the glass box. The soft glow intensified, and the bug itself took on a luminescence, its long, thick body pulsing bright then dimming, over and over.
“It’s absorbing the energy,” Liam said, his eyes gleaming. “It’s like . . . like it’s being dosed with radiation.”
Madison instinctively took another step back.
“Good thing it’s behind glass, then,” Ant said.
“Close it up,” Madison ordered. “I don’t know what this is about, but closing the crate seems like a no-brainer.”
Ant reached for the lever and turned it clockwise. With the same clunk as before, the triangular lid sections dropped into place over the inner glass cell.
Liam scratched his head and puffed out his cheeks before letting out a sigh. “So now what?”
As if in answer to his question, the crate unfolded again. They all jumped back in alarm.
“Okay, I’m calling Lilith,” Ant said.
Liam blinked and frowned. “What? Why? How’s she gonna help?”
But Ant had already dug out his phone and jabbed at the speed dial. Madison heard a tiny ringtone across the field in the distance, and Lilith’s flashlight bobbed as she hastened to answer.
“Come get us,” Ant said urgently, then hung up.
Liam spread his hands, his question still hanging in the air.
“It’s an alien bug,” Ant said, gesturing toward the glowing insect. “It’s getting bigger, and that box isn’t going to hold it for long. We have to get out of here—and fast.”
They all turned their attention back to the crate.
In fact the bug had now stopped glowing. Having absorbed all the energy, it pulsed softly, legs and wings pressed up against the glass walls.
“It’s gonna break free,” Ant muttered, backpedaling. “We have to go.”
“No way,” Liam said, standing his ground. “Those glass walls are thick.”
But Madison agreed with Ant. Besides, why dump a rapidly growing bug on another planet if it died within its own cell minutes later?
It’ll be free any second now.
The monster dragonfly suddenly went crazy, and the air was filled with angry clicking and clunking noises as it hammered at the glass from within.
“Run!” Madison yelled.
Ant was already running. To her relief, even Liam sprinted across the field right behind her. Ahead, the limo’s headlights were on high beam and turned their way, which meant Lilith had found a way onto the field and was driving across the grass. Madison loved the stern chauffeur in that moment.
Behind them, a sharp crack filled the air. Madison glanced back. The crate was hard to see in the darkness, but the glowing bug was not—especially when it lifted into the air.
“It’s out!” she screamed.
Chapter 3
Panic ripped through Madison. The idea of a radioactive dragonfly the size of a cat—no, a small dog now—tearing after her and sinking its fangs into her neck, or hooking her with a wasp-like stinger and injecting alien poison into her bloodstream, or zapping her with an alien laser ray, or spraying acid venom in her face . . . She had no idea how dangerous this thing was, but she had no intention of waiting to find out.
The car bumped toward them, its engine racing.
“Get in!” Ant yelled, reaching for the door handle long before it arrived.
“No, really?” Madison gasped.
The car skidded to a halt, and the three of them piled into the back. Ant just had time to slam the door shut before the alien dragonfly arrived. It glowed fiercely, lighting up its veined wings. It was beautiful but terrifying.
Rather than tear away across Shallows Field, the limo sat motionless, the engine so muffled it might as well have been turned off. Madison, Ant, and Liam pressed their faces to the glass and peered up at the giant bug hovering just outside.
“It’s still growing,” Liam whispered.
The chauffeur, Lilith Malvolia, slid the dividing window down and twisted to face them. She had a hard look about her: straight, black hair that hung almost to her shoulders, a thin face, and a glare that could wither a plant. She wore her driver’s cap, which always gave Madison the impression she was a Nazi general.
“Why on earth did you let that out?” she demanded.
Ant almost sputtered with indignation. “We didn’t! We wanted to throw the whole thing into the wormhole and send it back, but we didn’t get to it in time. It opened on its own.”
“This is what they wanted,” Liam added in a mysterious voice.
“This is what who wanted?”
“How should I know?”
Madison listened to the bickering while staring at the giant bug. It seemed to be losing interest. Hovering in place but bobbing up and down, it turned to survey the area. Then it shot away.
She watched the faint glow fade into the distance. “Uh . . . this is bad. We can’t let it fly around loose. It might be dangerous.”
Ant made a scoffing sound. “No kidding. You think aliens would go to all that trouble to dump a harmless killer insect on our planet?”
“So we need to go after it,” Madison added.
Nobody responded for a moment.
Then Lilith said, “Even if I could see its feeble glow in the dark, I can’t just plow straight through trees and fences.” She twisted around in her seat and put the car into drive. “We’ll report this to the authorities.”
As she turned the limo and headed back to the road, Ant leaned forward to talk to her. “And say what? Giant killer dragonfly from another planet on the loose?”
“Of course not, you ridiculous boy.”
“And who would you report it to, exactly? Are we going to the police?” Ant scoffed openly. “Yep, let’s head on over to the Brockridge Police Department. There’s probably one officer on duty this late at night, bored out of his mind and waiting for his shift change. I can see him now, calling in SWAT and the FBI and Homeland Security and the rest . . .” Ant slumped back in his seat. “Can’t see anybody paying much attention to reports of a really big but otherwise completely normal dragonfly, can you?”
“They will when it starts killing people,” Liam chipped in. He frowned. “I mean, obviously I hope it doesn’t come to that, but . . . Well, I suppose if it does attack someone, then Lilith’s story about a giant bug will mean something. And if it doesn’t attack, then there’s no problem. Right?”
“Maybe it’s a scout,” Madison said with a burst of hope. “Remember that time on the lake? They sent a wasp thing through. It was just a scout.”
“That was a robot with cameras for eyeballs,” Liam said. “This one is a real insect—and it’s radioactive and growing.”
Lilith was silent for a moment. Then she sighed. “I’ll take you home, but I’ll call the police on the way.”
She must have had the Police Department on speed dial, because a second later she was connected and talking into her bluetooth mike as she drove through the night.
Madison, Ant, and Liam listened in on Lilith’s conversation. Only her side could be heard, but her frustration and rising anger was enough to paint a picture. “Yes, I did say a giant dragonfly. And yes, it’s the size of a small dog. It’s still growing, and— Excuse me? No, I am a respectable chauffeur. My name is Lilith Malvolia, and I work for Frank Carmichael of Carmichael Industries . . . Yes, that Frank Carmichael . . . Please do. He’ll confirm my credentials. In the meantime, I suggest you contact the appropriate wildlife control experts and start scouring the neighborhood for—” She tutted. “You’ll need more than butterfly nets, officer. And I’ll thank you to curb your sarcasm . . .”
The conversation went on, but Madison tuned her out. She nudged Liam and Ant so they turned their attention to her, their faces heavily shadowed in the darkness.
“I’m worried,” she whispered. “My message this morning said ‘One of Seven.’ Does that dragonfly count as one?”
Both boys’ eyes widened. “Oh, man,” Liam groaned. “Yeah, that’s not good. I guess we’ll have to be prepared next time.”
“With our butterfly nets,” Ant added.
* * *
Though it was late when Lilith dropped Madison and Liam off at home, the lunar eclipse meant the evening was far from over. On occasions like this, staying up past their bedtime was almost a requirement.
Madison climbed out of the limo, followed by Liam. She leaned back inside. “Thanks, Lilith.”
The chauffeur tipped her cap.
Madison wanted to be respectful to the surly woman so that, in return, Lilith’s attitude toward their midnight trips might be a few degrees warmer, and she wouldn’t put up so many roadblocks when it came to driving them. She might simply sigh with disgust and only drag her feet a little before agreeing to take Ant and his friends to some random place.
Lilith’s heart wasn’t exactly overflowing with love, but she did have Ant’s best interests at heart—as she often mentioned while tapping the holstered gun at her side.
“See you tomorrow, guys,” Ant said from the back seat.
The limo turned around and drove off.
Liam’s dad popped outside just then to squint at the giant bite in the moon. Over the hedge next door, Madison spotted her own parents peering out the window, their faces lit only by a softly glowing candle on the windowsill.
“Enjoy your excursion?” Mr. Mackenzie asked as she and Liam walked up the driveway. He pointed at the moon. “You can see it just as well from here. What did you see that was so different?”
“Plenty,” Liam muttered.
“Nothing,” Madison said, giving him a sharp nudge. She looked around, then tapped Mr. Mackenzie on the arm. “Sir, we heard something about a giant bug on the loose. Might be best to call it a night.”
“Stupid name for a bug,” Liam muttered.
“Huh?”
Liam smiled. “You said to call it a night, so I said—”
“A giant bug?” Liam’s dad interrupted. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Just one? Well, better call out the armed forces, then.”
“Actually, Dad, it’s pretty serious,” Liam said. “Police are warning everyone to stay inside.”
His dad laughed. “Where’d you hear this?”
“In the car on the way home.”
“Son, do you know what that is up there?”
Liam sighed. “It’s a blood wolf moon.”
“It’s a super blood wolf moon. You know what that means?”
“No, Dad. What does it mean?”
“It means, Liam, that all the nutcases are out. A giant bug on the loose? Yeah, sure. Probably a slightly oversized ladybug on somebody’s windowsill. Maybe it crawled into a wine glass and was magnified tenfold. Too much wine would certainly help with that illusion.”
“It’s for real, Dad.”
But as his dad laughed again, Madison took Liam’s arm and said, “Well, I’m done with the moon anyway. I think we’ve seen all we’re going to see. I’m off to bed.”
Mr. Mackenzie looked disappointed. “Really? That’s it? A unique event, and you’re done halfway through?”
“It’s not unique,” Liam said, sounding tired. “Not this event, anyway.”
Before he could blab too much and make his dad suspicious, Madison steered Liam away. “I’m off to bed,” she said again, quietly this time. “If there’s another message, I’ll let you know straight away.”
She scoured the news before turning in. The local news channels had nothing, but if they had a story, it wouldn’t broadcast until the morning anyway. The internet had nothing either.
The social networks were another matter, though:
OMG! Just saw the BIGGEST bug ever! Got off late shift and went to the car and this thing came right at me and I ducked and it went for this guy instead. I heard him yelling as he went down behind the cars but I didn’t stick around. Am I a bad person? Called the police and they said they were sending someone ASAP. Totally freaked out right now.
Madison felt a chill as she read it. This was a friend of her mom’s friend’s friend. Nobody had responded, but another unrelated post caught her attention:
Is someone having a laugh? Giant radio-controlled bug out tonite. Really cool.
Someone else posted a fuzzy photo of the thing, but it was hard to see. Still, Madison recognized it for what it was—the huge dragonfly monster, probably the size of a sofa by now. If it was still glowing, the photo didn’t pick it up.
As she lay there in bed thumbing through her phone, she heard sirens in the distance. She was torn. Should she get up and do something to help find the beast? Or allow herself to fall asleep so she could write a new message? She felt sure there would be another tonight.
Even if she got up, what could she do? How would it help to tell the police or pest control that the giant bug was an alien species? Who would believe such nonsense? And besides, that would put the spotlight on her family. How could a fifteen-year-old girl and two twelve-year-old boys know of such a thing?
She fretted over Lilith’s phone call, too. The chauffeur had done the right thing in trying to alert the authorities, but after capturing or killing the monstrous unearthly bug, the police would sniff around looking for answers.
Madison checked that her notebook and pencil were nearby. She fell asleep with her phone clutched in her hand.
Her dreams were filled with nightmarish creatures buzzing about the night . . .
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