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it was unlocked and it opened easily. In the dark room, nothing seemed like it was out of place, except for Andrea sitting bolt upright in bed.
    “What the—?” she started, angry at my intrusion.
    “Get to the basement.” I turned on the light, blinding both of us. “ Now. ”
    She opened her mouth, but then saw me supporting a limp Emily. Before she could ask what happened, another thud hit the roof, much closer now that I was on the top level. We both jumped at the noise, and Andrea let out a little shriek.
    Wordlessly, she got to her feet, although her breathing was shallow. She would hyperventilate if she didn’t get herself under control. Keep it together.
    I followed her out of the room.
    “Sara?” she asked as she looked at the open doorway to where my sister had been sleeping.
    “She’s already downstairs,” I told her. “C’mon.”
    Between the two of us, we somehow got ourselves and Emily’s unconscious body down two flights of stairs. When we reached the basement level, I saw that it was closed and locked to my relief.
    Good girl, I told Sara silently.
    I pounded on this door. “Sara, it’s me!”
    There was a pause followed by the sound of the lock being turned. As if it would protect her, she cracked the door open to confirm that it was just us. Our eyes locked and she threw open the door with a sob.
    “Oh, thank god!”
    I didn’t have time to hug her or tell her that everything was all right. I shuffled inside, bringing Emily with me.
    “What happened to her?” Sara cried, her hands covering her mouth. Andrea shut the door behind us, locked it, and put a chair under the handle. We’d all seen enough movies to know the drill during a home invasion.
    “She’s just unconscious,” I said. “She’ll be fine.”
    I’d been in the basement earlier today, but I hadn’t spent much time here. There was just a couch on which I laid Emily, a coffee table, a television with a shelf of DVDs next to it, a small fridge, and a cabinet with some drawers. Maybe something could be used as a weapon, but not against odds like this.
    “What the hell is happening?” Andrea hissed. Her eyes were wide like Sara’s.
    “We have intruders,” I said, not willing to get into the details of werewolves.
    “Did you see one?” Sara asked.
    I knew exactly what she meant. I nodded.
    A long, ragged scraping noise split through our conversation. This time, it didn’t sound like it was on the outside of the house.
    It was directly above us, like claws were being dragged across the floor.
    Sara covered up her shriek as she looked up, her eyes following the noise. Andrea jumped and moved to the corner. Her eyes were up on the ceiling as well.
    The long scrape was joined by another and another and another. Like an entire pack was standing in the great room above.
    Werewolves.
    They weren’t going to leave. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to do something. I’d lost my knife earlier and I certainly wasn’t going to get anything down here with which to fight back. I had to show my true colors.
    I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “I’ll be back.”
    Sara snapped her gaze to me. “WHAT?”
    I gave her a grim smile. “I’m going to show them that they can’t just come in here.”
    Andrea shook her head, slowly at first, then violently. Sara looked like she couldn’t believe what I was saying.
    “No, Christine! NO!”
    “I promise,” I told her, “I will be right back. When have I ever let you down?”
    She looked dubious, which was a welcome sight compared to her fear.
    “Just lock this door behind me and put as much furniture as you can in front of the door.” I didn’t mention that the werewolves above could tear through the floor in a heartbeat and get them. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
    Before they could protest anymore, I pulled out the chair and opened the door, slowly at first to see if there was anything in the stairwell.
    There wasn’t.
    “I’ll be back,” I promised one