And sometimes not at will.
Teddy let out another low, rumbling roar. John put his hands over his ears. The noise tore at his heart.
Several minutes later, and with no sign of Teddy’s moans stopping, John switched on his bedside lamp. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Still feeling woozy from whatever Morwenna had given him, he got to his feet.
Not wanting to wear the same clothes he’d worn the previous fateful evening, John found clean ones in the dressing table drawers.
Going downstairs, turning on lights as he went, John paused to look out through his living room window. It was still totally dark. He wished he had the battery lantern, but that was still in the cave. Of course, it all made sense now, why Mitch would keep a change of clothes in there.
“More lies,” John said, slipping into his shoes and making for the back door.