Re: Basement: 2:00 a.m.
The wolf skidded to a stop at the pool's edge when he reached the bottom of the stairs, ears pricked up. The basement was deadly quiet aside from the lapping of water. Ripples were still spreading out from the center.
He looked in, and saw a flash of red at the bottom. Stupid girl--she'd jumped in and then been unable to swim back up! Now all he had to do was swim out and wait for her to either come back to the surface for air, or for her body to drift up. It would cheapen it some if she was already dead, but he was too hungry to care.
Maybe if he hadn't been so drowned in animal instinct, so intent on the chase, he would have considered that the red shape didn't look much like a girl was inside it and known it for the trick that it was. But he was too focused on his prey for that, and leapt into the water, paddling at the surface, swimming toward where the red cape was fluttering under the water.