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see what I was seeing.
I couldn’t wait to get back and tell her that she was right about the
Marlings. That they really were werewolves.
The two wolf creatures suddenly raised their heads from the water, turned,
and sniffed the air.
Did they smell me? Or some other prey?
I slid behind a fat tree trunk and held my breath.
When I carefully peered out, they were loping along the creek shore. I waited
until they had gone a short distance, then I crept out and followed them.
I followed the two werewolves all night. I finished one roll of film, then
popped in another. I shot them rising up on their furry hind legs and howling at
the moon. And I clicked off several more horrifying shots of them devouring
small animals.
And I searched for my aunt and uncle. Desperate to warn them, to tell them
what I had learned.
As I trailed behind the creatures—so frightened and excited—I completely
lost track of time. It was as if I were walking through a dream. None of it
seemed real.
Finally, a red crack of sunlight appeared along the ground. To my shock, it
was nearly daybreak.
The werewolves moved slowly now. Their loping trot had become a stiff-legged
walk.
As they stepped out of the trees into their backyard, they rose up onto their
hind legs. They staggered awkwardly to the back of their house.
I stayed by the trees, afraid to go too close. The sky was brightening as the
sun made its way higher. If the wolf creatures turned around, they could see me
easily.
I raised my camera. I had only a few shots left.
The two werewolves staggered on two legs to the side of their house. They
stretched their furry forearms and raised their faces to the brightening sun.
“Oh!” I couldn’t help it. I uttered a shocked cry as they began to shed their
skins.
The fur appeared to peel back.
The claws slid out of view. And the fur pulled back, revealing their human
hands.
As I gaped in amazement, the black wolf fur peeled off their arms and legs,
then slid off their bodies.
They had their backs to me.
The fur skins settled into capes again. The two humans reached up and pulled
off the heavy capes.
I’m going to see the Marlings for the first time! I realized.
They lowered the wolf skin capes to the ground.
They turned slowly.
And I saw their faces.
26
As the morning sunlight washed over their faces, I nearly cried out—in
horror and disbelief.
Uncle Colin and Aunt Marta stretched, brushed back their silvery hair, then
bent to pick up their wolf skins.
My aunt and uncle— they were the werewolves!
Uncle Colin raised his eyes to the woods. I fell back behind a tree. Did he
see me?
No.
My whole body trembled. I wanted to cry out: “No! No! This can’t be
happening!”
But I pressed myself against the tree and kept my jaws clamped tight. I
couldn’t let them see me. I couldn’t let them know that I knew the truth.
The smooth tree trunk felt cool against my forehead. I had to think. I had to
make a plan.
What should I do? I knew I couldn’t stay with them any longer. I couldn’t
live in a house with two werewolves.
But where could I go? Who would help me?
Who would believe me?
I watched my aunt and uncle fold up their wolf skins. Then Uncle Colin helped
Aunt Marta climb into the Marlings’ bedroom window. Once she was inside, he
followed her in.
“The Marlings!” I murmured to myself. Were they okay in there? Or did my aunt
and uncle do something terrible to them?
A few minutes later, Uncle Colin and Aunt Marta climbed back out of the
window. Then they scurried across the driveway, into their own house.
I clung to the tree trunk for a while, watching the two houses. Thinking
hard.
Were the Marlings asleep in their house? Did they know that the two
werewolves were in there? Were the Marlings werewolves too?
I wanted to run away. To make my way to the street and just keep running
until I was miles and miles away.
But I had to find out about the Marlings. I couldn’t
I couldn’t wait to get back and tell her that she was right about the
Marlings. That they really were werewolves.
The two wolf creatures suddenly raised their heads from the water, turned,
and sniffed the air.
Did they smell me? Or some other prey?
I slid behind a fat tree trunk and held my breath.
When I carefully peered out, they were loping along the creek shore. I waited
until they had gone a short distance, then I crept out and followed them.
I followed the two werewolves all night. I finished one roll of film, then
popped in another. I shot them rising up on their furry hind legs and howling at
the moon. And I clicked off several more horrifying shots of them devouring
small animals.
And I searched for my aunt and uncle. Desperate to warn them, to tell them
what I had learned.
As I trailed behind the creatures—so frightened and excited—I completely
lost track of time. It was as if I were walking through a dream. None of it
seemed real.
Finally, a red crack of sunlight appeared along the ground. To my shock, it
was nearly daybreak.
The werewolves moved slowly now. Their loping trot had become a stiff-legged
walk.
As they stepped out of the trees into their backyard, they rose up onto their
hind legs. They staggered awkwardly to the back of their house.
I stayed by the trees, afraid to go too close. The sky was brightening as the
sun made its way higher. If the wolf creatures turned around, they could see me
easily.
I raised my camera. I had only a few shots left.
The two werewolves staggered on two legs to the side of their house. They
stretched their furry forearms and raised their faces to the brightening sun.
“Oh!” I couldn’t help it. I uttered a shocked cry as they began to shed their
skins.
The fur appeared to peel back.
The claws slid out of view. And the fur pulled back, revealing their human
hands.
As I gaped in amazement, the black wolf fur peeled off their arms and legs,
then slid off their bodies.
They had their backs to me.
The fur skins settled into capes again. The two humans reached up and pulled
off the heavy capes.
I’m going to see the Marlings for the first time! I realized.
They lowered the wolf skin capes to the ground.
They turned slowly.
And I saw their faces.
26
As the morning sunlight washed over their faces, I nearly cried out—in
horror and disbelief.
Uncle Colin and Aunt Marta stretched, brushed back their silvery hair, then
bent to pick up their wolf skins.
My aunt and uncle— they were the werewolves!
Uncle Colin raised his eyes to the woods. I fell back behind a tree. Did he
see me?
No.
My whole body trembled. I wanted to cry out: “No! No! This can’t be
happening!”
But I pressed myself against the tree and kept my jaws clamped tight. I
couldn’t let them see me. I couldn’t let them know that I knew the truth.
The smooth tree trunk felt cool against my forehead. I had to think. I had to
make a plan.
What should I do? I knew I couldn’t stay with them any longer. I couldn’t
live in a house with two werewolves.
But where could I go? Who would help me?
Who would believe me?
I watched my aunt and uncle fold up their wolf skins. Then Uncle Colin helped
Aunt Marta climb into the Marlings’ bedroom window. Once she was inside, he
followed her in.
“The Marlings!” I murmured to myself. Were they okay in there? Or did my aunt
and uncle do something terrible to them?
A few minutes later, Uncle Colin and Aunt Marta climbed back out of the
window. Then they scurried across the driveway, into their own house.
I clung to the tree trunk for a while, watching the two houses. Thinking
hard.
Were the Marlings asleep in their house? Did they know that the two
werewolves were in there? Were the Marlings werewolves too?
I wanted to run away. To make my way to the street and just keep running
until I was miles and miles away.
But I had to find out about the Marlings. I couldn’t
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