find this guy before he attacks anyone else.â
âI hope we do find him,â I say, cracking my knuckles. âBecause Iâve got a few things to say to him.â
The moon is just beginning to rise as we make our way through Quartz National Park. A dark forest covers most of the enormous park, which at this time of night is completely deserted. Seems like the perfect hideout for a fake werewolf up to no good.
It takes us a while to find the spot where Howard Higgins was attacked, but thereâs no mistaking itâs the right place. The ground is torn up in huge chunks, as though by enormous claws.
I close my eyes and make the Change into a werewolf. Even though Iâve been making the Change all my life, sometimes it still feels a bit weird going from human to werewolf. But when I throw back my head and howl at the moon,nothing feels more right.
âQuit your yowling, Furface,â says Roger. âWeâre here to find a werewolf, not listen to your singing.â
I growl at him then drop down and sniff the ground. My nose is immediately filled with a thousand scents. I can smell the animals from the forest that have crossed through here and a river in the next valley. But I focus on two scents in particular. One is a strange chemical smell that burns the back of my throat. Iâve got no idea what it is, but it seems completely out of place in the forest. The other is â¦
âWerewolves,â I mutter.
âAs in more than one?â asks Jay.
I nod. âI canât tell how many, but this guy definitely isnât working alone.â
I sniff the ground again, trying to figure out which direction the werewolves have gone. I follow the scent into a thick knot of trees with leaves so dense they completely block out the moon.
âAnyone bring a light?â asks Roger.
âMy eyes double as torches,â says Sam. He blinks and suddenly the trees are lit up by torchlight. I always knew Sam was a bright guy.
As Sam turns his head one way and another, I catch a glimpse of something shining in the light.
âWait! What was that?â
The others shrug.
âI didnât see anything,â says Leigh, then looks at the monkey on her shoulder. âNeither did Chu.â
âTurn the lights off,â I tell Sam. He looks like heâs about to argue, but then keeps quiet and turns his torch-eyes off. Itâs pitch black again, but my wolf eyes can see better in the dark.
A flash of white to my left makes me spin around. My ears prick up and I can hear paws padding through the leaves on the forest floor. Whoever it is is trying to be quiet, but theyâre not quiet enough.
I hear a twig snap to my right, and through thedarkness I spot a huge wolf-like shape.
âWhat do you see, Connor?â whispers Jay.
âTheyâre trying to surround us.â
âRight, hereâs the plan,â says Jay, trying to keep his voice low. âConnor, you and I will launch a direct attack. Asuka, you head into the trees to ambush them. Roger, I want you at the ready with a Paralysis Potion. Leigh, you talk to the animals in this forest and see if theyâll help us out. And Sam, on the count of three I want you to switch your lights back on. Maybe thatâll stun them. Okay, one, two, THREE!â
We spring into action as Samâs torch-eyes flood the forest with light. To my right is an enormous grey werewolf. Heâs twice my size, but I know Iâve got a chance at beating him. What I lack in strength I can make up for in speed.
I see Jay veer off and close in on the white werewolf to our left. I get ready to attack the greywerewolf, my muscles tensed and my senses on alert, when I notice something I missed before. I grind to a halt.
âWait, donât attack!â
Jay comes skidding to a stop and looks at me, confused.
âI mean it, nobody attack them!â The others pause where they are.
âHave you gone crazy, Connor?â
Reshonda Tate Billingsley