back,” Mr. Moon said.
“Bully is a good dog. But he doesn’t like werewolves. In fact, Bully becomes truly vicious when there is a werewolf in the room.”
The teacher’s eyes flashed. “Shall I call Bully back?”
“No—please! Tristan cried, tossing up his hands. “Enough. That’s enough. You can let my friends go. I confess! It’s me! I’m a werewolf!”
22
Tristan’s friends all gasped.
“Wait! Don’t call the dog back—please,” Tristan begged. “You’ve caught me. I’m the one.”
“Tristan—what are you saying? ” Bella cried.
“It’s true,” Tristan said, raising his right hand as if swearing an oath. “He has caught me. I don’t know how you knew. But I’m a werewolf.”
Mr. Moon nodded. His grin grew wider. “Another victory,” he muttered. He moved quickly to capture Tristan.
Tristan backed against the wall. “You’re going to put me in the cage—right?” he asked.
The teacher nodded. “It’s almost midnight. I need to lock you up before you start to change.”
“And this means you can let everyone else go home?” Tristan asked. “You’ve got me. I have confessed. So you can let my friends go right now?”
Rosa stared hard at Tristan. He could see her thinking hard.
Does she realize what I’m trying to do? he wondered.
If Mr. Moon allows the others to leave, they can go bring back help. They can bring someone to rescue me.
Rosa stepped in front of Tristan. “I—I want to confess, too,” she told Mr. Moon.
“Really?” He couldn’t hide his surprise.
“I’m a werewolf, too,” Rosa said. “That’s why Tristan and I are such good friends. Because we’re both werewolves.”
“Really?” Mr. Moon repeated. His eyes moved excitedly from Rosa to Tristan. He rubbed his hands together. “Well, well. This is a lucky night. Two werewolves for the price of one!”
He clapped his hands on their shoulders and began guiding them down the hall.
“Are you taking us to the cages?” Tristan asked. “Does this mean that Bella and Ray can go home?”
Mr. Moon didn’t reply. He brought them all to the kitchen.
Angela was seated on a high stool at the kitchen counter. She held a white mug of coffee between her hands.
She had finally removed her halo. Her blond hair was still piled high on her head. And she hadn’t changed from her white angel robe.
Angela took a sip of coffee and set down the mug. “What’s happening?” she asked her husband.
“We have captured two werewolves tonight!” Mr. Moon declared. He shoved Tristan and Rosa forward. “These two have confessed.”
“How wonderful!” Angela exclaimed.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. It read eleven thirty. “This means we will have them in the cage before they can do any harm tonight.”
“And it means Bella and Ray can go home—right?” Tristan repeated.
Please let them go, he thought.
Please let them go get someone to rescue Rosa and me from these two lunatics .
“We can’t let them go just yet,” Mr. Moon said. “Not until I know for sure that you and Rosa are telling the truth.”
“But we’ve confessed!” Rosa cried. “We are the werewolves. Why would we lie about it?”
“Lock us up before midnight,” Tristan warned. “Hurry. Rosa and I don’t want to hurt any innocent people tonight.”
“And let our friends go home,” Rosa said.
Mr. Moon didn’t reply. He led all four of them back into the dining room.
“I will let them go,” he said, “as soon as you prove you are werewolves.”
Tristan gasped. “Huh? Prove It?”
Mr. Moon picked up a silver goblet from the dining room table. He handed it, to Tristan.
“I believe we were all about to have a little drink of wolfbane,” he said. “But we got interrupted.”
Tristan stared at the dark red liquid in the cup. His heart started to pound.
“Pick up your glasses, everyone,” Mr. Moon instructed. “Let’s drink it down.”
“Do Ray and I have to drink it, too?” Bella asked.
Mr. Moon
“Bully is a good dog. But he doesn’t like werewolves. In fact, Bully becomes truly vicious when there is a werewolf in the room.”
The teacher’s eyes flashed. “Shall I call Bully back?”
“No—please! Tristan cried, tossing up his hands. “Enough. That’s enough. You can let my friends go. I confess! It’s me! I’m a werewolf!”
22
Tristan’s friends all gasped.
“Wait! Don’t call the dog back—please,” Tristan begged. “You’ve caught me. I’m the one.”
“Tristan—what are you saying? ” Bella cried.
“It’s true,” Tristan said, raising his right hand as if swearing an oath. “He has caught me. I don’t know how you knew. But I’m a werewolf.”
Mr. Moon nodded. His grin grew wider. “Another victory,” he muttered. He moved quickly to capture Tristan.
Tristan backed against the wall. “You’re going to put me in the cage—right?” he asked.
The teacher nodded. “It’s almost midnight. I need to lock you up before you start to change.”
“And this means you can let everyone else go home?” Tristan asked. “You’ve got me. I have confessed. So you can let my friends go right now?”
Rosa stared hard at Tristan. He could see her thinking hard.
Does she realize what I’m trying to do? he wondered.
If Mr. Moon allows the others to leave, they can go bring back help. They can bring someone to rescue me.
Rosa stepped in front of Tristan. “I—I want to confess, too,” she told Mr. Moon.
“Really?” He couldn’t hide his surprise.
“I’m a werewolf, too,” Rosa said. “That’s why Tristan and I are such good friends. Because we’re both werewolves.”
“Really?” Mr. Moon repeated. His eyes moved excitedly from Rosa to Tristan. He rubbed his hands together. “Well, well. This is a lucky night. Two werewolves for the price of one!”
He clapped his hands on their shoulders and began guiding them down the hall.
“Are you taking us to the cages?” Tristan asked. “Does this mean that Bella and Ray can go home?”
Mr. Moon didn’t reply. He brought them all to the kitchen.
Angela was seated on a high stool at the kitchen counter. She held a white mug of coffee between her hands.
She had finally removed her halo. Her blond hair was still piled high on her head. And she hadn’t changed from her white angel robe.
Angela took a sip of coffee and set down the mug. “What’s happening?” she asked her husband.
“We have captured two werewolves tonight!” Mr. Moon declared. He shoved Tristan and Rosa forward. “These two have confessed.”
“How wonderful!” Angela exclaimed.
She glanced at the kitchen clock. It read eleven thirty. “This means we will have them in the cage before they can do any harm tonight.”
“And it means Bella and Ray can go home—right?” Tristan repeated.
Please let them go, he thought.
Please let them go get someone to rescue Rosa and me from these two lunatics .
“We can’t let them go just yet,” Mr. Moon said. “Not until I know for sure that you and Rosa are telling the truth.”
“But we’ve confessed!” Rosa cried. “We are the werewolves. Why would we lie about it?”
“Lock us up before midnight,” Tristan warned. “Hurry. Rosa and I don’t want to hurt any innocent people tonight.”
“And let our friends go home,” Rosa said.
Mr. Moon didn’t reply. He led all four of them back into the dining room.
“I will let them go,” he said, “as soon as you prove you are werewolves.”
Tristan gasped. “Huh? Prove It?”
Mr. Moon picked up a silver goblet from the dining room table. He handed it, to Tristan.
“I believe we were all about to have a little drink of wolfbane,” he said. “But we got interrupted.”
Tristan stared at the dark red liquid in the cup. His heart started to pound.
“Pick up your glasses, everyone,” Mr. Moon instructed. “Let’s drink it down.”
“Do Ray and I have to drink it, too?” Bella asked.
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