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answers, but knowing all of the legends can’t hurt.”
    “Xoe,” Lucy began slowly. “When I first thought of the werewolf thing, I freaked out and looked up the date of the full moon. It's tomorrow.”
    My mouth went dry. “I guess we'll need to find a cage sooner rather than later?” I asked half-heartedly.
    We stopped walking and sat on a felled tree on the side of the trail.
    “Do you think we should tell Allison?” Lucy asked, changing the subject.
    I smiled. “She might not believe us.” At Lucy's expression I corrected, “Okay, she definitely won’t believe us. Though, I guess she’d have to at least consider it if you showed her the scratches.”
    “I don’t know,” Lucy countered. “She may not believe it even then. I’m still not sure I do.”
    I frowned. “Even if we tried to keep it quiet, she can always tell when we’re trying to hide something from her. Remember the incident of the ruined shoes?”
    Lucy gave a small smile. “How could I forget?”
    I smiled back. “If she asks, we’ll tell her, and she can decide for herself whether to believe us or not.”
    Lucy nodded as the smile slipped from her face.
    I felt my smile slip too as I looked down at the ground. There wasn’t much more to say, so we sat in melancholy silence. I could feel the moisture from the tree trunk seeping through my jeans, making me cold. I focused on scratching a patch of lichen off of a nearby rock, rather than thinking too hard on our problem. Little green flakes fell to the damp earth as I picked away.
    I needed to put on a brave face for Lucy. I had a feeling that my calmness was the last thing holding her together. If I were her, I’d be falling apart right about now. I was near to falling apart as it was.
    Finally, we got up and continued walking farther into the woods. Usually I would have brought my backpack with water, first aid kit, and pepper spray if we were going any sort of distance, but I guess my mind had been too preoccupied to remember when we left my house. It was stupid of me. You never know what might happen.
    We had both been watching the ground in front of us for several minutes when Lucy turned her attention to the trail ahead. She paused with instant fear at what she saw.

Chapter Eight
    I looked up to see what had stopped her. Dan was waiting expectantly farther up the trail. He was dressed in a green t-shirt, jeans, and his brown leather jacket, his hair styled to its usual perfection. He didn’t make a move toward us. He just stood there and stared.
    My heart sped as I wiped sweaty palms on my jeans. “W-what do you want?” I stammered loudly, backing up.
    He just stood there watching us, then began to come forward.
    I shouted, “Don’t come any closer or I’ll—” I blinked and he was only a few feet away. How had he moved so fast?
    “Or you’ll what?” he interrupted.
    The next thing I knew he shoved me, then I was on the ground, looking at the branches above me, blue sky shining through. My vision swam, then darkness swallowed the branches whole.
    ––––––––
    I woke to deep blue eyes worriedly looking into my groggy green ones, and realized someone was shaking me. I scuttled backwards out of my assailant’s grasp like a demented crab to take in the stranger who had been hovering over me.
    Tousled deep brown hair, and a scruffy yet handsome male face went with the dark blue eyes that had been above me. He had a narrow, sweeping nose and his eyes were lined by a dark splash of lashes. Only his strong, sharp jaw and several days worth of stubble saved his face from femininity. He was about 6’1” with a, might I say, rather nice physique; lean, yet muscled. He wore a dark green sweater, worn jeans, and dark brown hiking boots that had definitely seen better days.
    He tried to hide a laugh at my frenzied scuttle, and I was too freaked to get mad. There was still the question of why I had been on the ground, unconscious in the woods with only this handsome