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nodded. “Everyone drinks the wolfbane,” he said. “If Tristan and Rosa are telling the truth, they will instantly become very sick. If they are lying—or if someone else is the secret werewolf—we will know it at once.”
    “Wolfbane makes werewolves very, very sick,” Angela said, standing in the doorway.
    “Go ahead. Prove it,” Mr. Moon said to Tristan and Rosa. “Prove that you are telling the truth. Let’s see if the wolfbane poisons you.”
    Tristan and Rosa gazed across the table at each other. Tristan could see Rosa’s hand tremble. She gripped the goblet in both hands.
    Tristan dipped a finger into the liquid. It felt warm and thick, thicker than maple syrup.
    He glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner.Only twenty minutes until midnight arrived.
    “Come on, everybody. It’s getting late,” Mr. Moon said. “I know some of you want to get home. And some of you need to be locked away in the cage.”
    “Drink up, everyone!” Angela said.
    Tristan took a deep breath.
    Then he raised the glass to his lips and started to drink.

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    The liquid felt warm and thick in Tristan’s mouth. He tried to swallow it quickly. But it had big lumps in it that stuck to his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
    He turned and gazed at his friends. Bella had the silver cup to her lips. She was taking short sips, her face twisted in disgust.
    Ray tilted his goblet and tried to swallow the wolfbane in one gulp. But he started to choke and spit out a thick red glob.
    “It tastes like garbage!” Ray cried. The red liquid oozed down his chin.
    “Drink up,” Mr. Moon said sharply. “If you waste it, I’ll just pour another cup for you. Come on, down the hatch. Drink up, everyone!”
    “There Is plenty for everyone l” Angela exclaimed. “All four of you must drink at least one cup,” Mr. Moon ordered.
    Rosa had the goblet pressed to her mouth. She swallowed noisily. When she pulled the cup away, she had a dripping red mustache above her lip.
    “It tastes so bad,” she said to Tristan.
    Tristan struggled to swallow a thick lump.
    “Yuck. Totally gross.”
    It caught in his throat, and he choked it down.
    “Is this enough? How much more do I have to drink?” he asked Mr. Moon.
    “All of it,” the teacher replied sternly. “Pretend you are drinking a milk shake.”
    “It doesn’t taste like a milk shake,” Ray groaned. “It tastes like spoiled tomato juice mixed with lumpy, sour buttermilk.”
    “The wolfbane herb is bitter,” Mr. Moon said, watching them intently. “But the liquid is poison only to werewolves. The rest of you will be okay.”
    “Drink fast and It will be over,” Angela chimed in.
    “We’ll never get the taste out of our mouths,” Bella moaned.
    Ray swallowed hard. “It felt like an eyeball!” he gasped. “Like I just swallowed an eyeball!”
    Tristan choked down the last thick drops of liquid. Even after the cup was empty, he kept swallowing. Trying to swallow the sour taste away.
    He turned and saw Rosa set her cup down. She wiped the red goo off her face with her hand.
    Bella’s whole body shook. She burped loudly. She grabbed her stomach. “I’m going to puke. Really.”
    Mr. Moon stepped toward her quickly. “You don’t feel well? The wolfbane is starting to work on you?” His eyes flashed with excitement.
    “That stuff would make anyone sick,” Bella groaned. “Not just werewolves.” Then she burped again.
    Tristan took a deep breath. Then another.
    Mr. Moon had his eyes on the clock. “Let’s all count to twenty-five,” he said. “By that time we will see who gets sick. And we will know if Tristan and Rosa are telling the truth.”
    “One…two…three…” Angela began to count.
    Tristan stared hard at Rosa. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands. Her chin was trembling. Her eyes were wide with fright.
    “Eighteen…nineteen…”
    Angela didn’t get to finish her count.
    Rosa opened her mouth in a terrifying scream. She grabbed her stomach