Iggy yawned widely and traipsed into the living room. He felt his bare feet scuff against the carpet, silently counting. One, two, three steps, and the couch is right here.

The blind fourteen-year-old spun on his heel and dropped onto the couch—

—directly onto something warm, twisting, and alive.

Max opened her mouth to make a comment about having ice cream for breakfast when a howl like a feral animal erupted from down the hall. Fang leapt to his feet, dark eyes stretching wide. Angel gasped. Gazzy rushed to her side. Nudge's wings flared wide, along with Fang and Max.

Iggy, skidding on the carpet, stumbled and pounded into the kitchen, eyes huge as he accidentally slammed into the table and hit his back on the floor.

"Erasers! Erasers!" he howled, rolling to his feet and feeling around wildly, getting a grasp on where the table was. "In the living room!"