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with both hands.
“It hurts! Ohh…it hurts!” she cried.
Tristan staggered back. He let out a sharp cry and grabbed his stomach.
He saw Bella and Ray staring at him in shock.
“Can’t breathe…” he whispered. “Help me! Please help!”
He doubled over. “Ohhh, it hurts. It hurts! I can’t breathe. Sick…I feel so sick.”
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Tristan and Rosa held their stomachs, groaning in pain.
“It’s poison,” Tristan whispered. “It really is poison.” “I…I don’t believe it!” Ray cried. “Tristan and Rosa were telling the truth!” Bella exclaimed. “They really are werewolves!”
Tristan dropped to his knees. He let out a whim per and hugged himself tightly.
Rosa’s eyes rolled wildly in her head. “Poison…” she murmured weakly.
“Are you going to capture them?” Ray asked Mr. Moon. “Are you going to lock them in the cage?”
Mr. Moon shook his head. A thin smile crossed his face. “They’re faking,” he said.
Ray and Bella both uttered cries of surprise.
“Tristan and Rosa are faking,” the teacher repeated. “They are not our werewolves.”
Tristan dropped facedown on the floor. “Help me,” he whispered. “Someone…help. I can’t stand the…pain.”
Rosa collapsed to the floor and rolled onto her back. “It hurts…It hurts so much!”
“Get up. Both of you,” Mr. Moon snapped.
“But they are in pain,” Bella said. “Why do you say they are faking?”
“The wolfbane is a fake,” Mr. Moon explained. “Angela made It last night.”
“It’s tomato juice and chocolate pudding and raisins and olives,” Angela said.
“We don’t have any wolfbane herb,” Mr. Moon said. “I don’t even know if wolfbane exists.”
He reached down and tugged Tristan to his feet. “The drink tastes bad, but It Isn’t poison,” he said. “Tristan and Rosa are faking.”
Rosa angrily climbed to her feet. She glared at Mr. Moon.
“I knew what you and Tristan were trying to do,” the teacher told her. “It was a lame idea. Did you really think I would let your friends go running for help?”
“We knew it wasn’t real,” Rosa said. “But we want to get out of here. Let us out!”
“No one can leave before midnight,” Angela said. “No one can leave before we know who the real werewolf is.”
She started to gather the goblets and place them back on the tray. “Almost midnight,” she told her husband. “We will know the truth in a few minutes.”
“Let me help you with the tray,” Mr. Moon said. “I’d better prepare the cage for tonight’s victim.”
He picked up the tray and began to follow her to the kitchen.
“You’d better let us go—right now. We promised our parents we’d be home by eleven,” Tristan called.
“They’ll be worried,” Rosa added. “They’ll be over here any minute.”
“Fine. Let them come,” Mr. Moon replied. “It will be a total thrill for your parents to see us capture a real werewolf.”
He and Angela disappeared into the kitchen.
Ray walked over and slapped Tristan on the back. “Nice try,” he said. “I really believed you were poisoned. I really believed you and Rosa were werewolves.”
“You fooled me, too,” Bella said. “I mean, I know you’re not werewolves. But when you started moaning and groaning like that…”
“It didn’t work,” Tristan said sadly. “Rosa and I thought he would keep us here and set you free. But it didn’t work.”
“Now what?” Rosa asked. “He’s totally crazy. They both are. What are they going to do when the clock strikes twelve?”
“Maybe it will be okay,” Ray said. “Maybe when they see that we aren’t werewolves, they’ll just let us go home.”
Bella stared at Ray. “We’re not werewolves, right? I mean, no one here is a werewolf?”
“Of course not,” Ray replied.
Bella tugged tensely at her hair. “He…he’s got me so mixed up. I don’t know what to think.”
Tristan let out a cry when the grandfather clock in the corner began to
“It hurts! Ohh…it hurts!” she cried.
Tristan staggered back. He let out a sharp cry and grabbed his stomach.
He saw Bella and Ray staring at him in shock.
“Can’t breathe…” he whispered. “Help me! Please help!”
He doubled over. “Ohhh, it hurts. It hurts! I can’t breathe. Sick…I feel so sick.”
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Tristan and Rosa held their stomachs, groaning in pain.
“It’s poison,” Tristan whispered. “It really is poison.” “I…I don’t believe it!” Ray cried. “Tristan and Rosa were telling the truth!” Bella exclaimed. “They really are werewolves!”
Tristan dropped to his knees. He let out a whim per and hugged himself tightly.
Rosa’s eyes rolled wildly in her head. “Poison…” she murmured weakly.
“Are you going to capture them?” Ray asked Mr. Moon. “Are you going to lock them in the cage?”
Mr. Moon shook his head. A thin smile crossed his face. “They’re faking,” he said.
Ray and Bella both uttered cries of surprise.
“Tristan and Rosa are faking,” the teacher repeated. “They are not our werewolves.”
Tristan dropped facedown on the floor. “Help me,” he whispered. “Someone…help. I can’t stand the…pain.”
Rosa collapsed to the floor and rolled onto her back. “It hurts…It hurts so much!”
“Get up. Both of you,” Mr. Moon snapped.
“But they are in pain,” Bella said. “Why do you say they are faking?”
“The wolfbane is a fake,” Mr. Moon explained. “Angela made It last night.”
“It’s tomato juice and chocolate pudding and raisins and olives,” Angela said.
“We don’t have any wolfbane herb,” Mr. Moon said. “I don’t even know if wolfbane exists.”
He reached down and tugged Tristan to his feet. “The drink tastes bad, but It Isn’t poison,” he said. “Tristan and Rosa are faking.”
Rosa angrily climbed to her feet. She glared at Mr. Moon.
“I knew what you and Tristan were trying to do,” the teacher told her. “It was a lame idea. Did you really think I would let your friends go running for help?”
“We knew it wasn’t real,” Rosa said. “But we want to get out of here. Let us out!”
“No one can leave before midnight,” Angela said. “No one can leave before we know who the real werewolf is.”
She started to gather the goblets and place them back on the tray. “Almost midnight,” she told her husband. “We will know the truth in a few minutes.”
“Let me help you with the tray,” Mr. Moon said. “I’d better prepare the cage for tonight’s victim.”
He picked up the tray and began to follow her to the kitchen.
“You’d better let us go—right now. We promised our parents we’d be home by eleven,” Tristan called.
“They’ll be worried,” Rosa added. “They’ll be over here any minute.”
“Fine. Let them come,” Mr. Moon replied. “It will be a total thrill for your parents to see us capture a real werewolf.”
He and Angela disappeared into the kitchen.
Ray walked over and slapped Tristan on the back. “Nice try,” he said. “I really believed you were poisoned. I really believed you and Rosa were werewolves.”
“You fooled me, too,” Bella said. “I mean, I know you’re not werewolves. But when you started moaning and groaning like that…”
“It didn’t work,” Tristan said sadly. “Rosa and I thought he would keep us here and set you free. But it didn’t work.”
“Now what?” Rosa asked. “He’s totally crazy. They both are. What are they going to do when the clock strikes twelve?”
“Maybe it will be okay,” Ray said. “Maybe when they see that we aren’t werewolves, they’ll just let us go home.”
Bella stared at Ray. “We’re not werewolves, right? I mean, no one here is a werewolf?”
“Of course not,” Ray replied.
Bella tugged tensely at her hair. “He…he’s got me so mixed up. I don’t know what to think.”
Tristan let out a cry when the grandfather clock in the corner began to
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