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place to see the TV, so I paused to listen. The narrator was talking about moon mythology, specifically why people believed that the moon was made of cheese. This was the kind of stuff I liked watching with Sam. I would have liked to listen awhile, but there were more important matters at hand.
    I forced myself to look into Cassie’s flickering eyes and said, “I am so sorry, Cassie.” Simple. No excuses. Truth was, I couldn’t go deeper than that. I didn’t want to rehash the whole story about the journal or bring up the “cage in the basement” controversy. So I just left the apology in the air and turned to Sam, then Riley, and said the same thing: “I am so sorry.”
    The three of them glanced at each other, and I got the feeling they’d already talked about what to do if I showed back up in the living room.
    Sam was the spokesperson for the group. “You can stay down here tonight,” she said. “But it’s not like everything is okay.”
    Riley stood up and added, “I don’t want to do your hair for the moon party anymore, Emma.”
    Cassie turned to her sister and said, “It’s late, and the movie’s practically done. Let’s finish up and go to bed.” I was surprised at how mature she sounded. It was Cassie from the kitchen talking, not the Cassie who worried me.
    Then Cassie looked over and our eyes met. She mouthed at me, “Go away.”
    I got a chill down my spine. She still wanted me to leave.
    I made a decision that no matter what Cassie said or did, I wasn’t going anywhere.
    I went to sit on the couch by Sam. Even if she was mad, even if she hated me forever, until the full moon passed and the cousins went home, I was sticking with her like glue. I might not look like a very good bodyguard, but it would be harder to take down two of us than one. Strength in numbers. I had run away from Zombie Duke, but I wouldn’t do that again. Whatever happened from here on, I was going to stay and fight. This time I wasn’t going to back down.
    The movie was nearly over. I’d missed the basic facts about the moon and just heard a little of the “moon is made of cheese” mythology. The next bit was a long part about people who believed there were faces or animal shapes reflected on the moon’s surface. One tradition was about a man who had been sent to live on the moon as punishment for a crime. Some thought the man had changed his ways, and now he could grant wishes. He was the Man in the Moon.
    I could actually feel Sam light up when the narrator explained that the faces that people think they see are actually flat spots created by smooth lava patches.
    â€œWow,” I said to Sam, leaning in toward her. “Fascinating stuff.”
    â€œYeah,” she said, pulling away slightly.
    She wasn’t ready to forgive me yet, but now that I was with her, I could deal with that.
    The last myth in the movie was the one that changed everything for me. It was like a lightbulb in my head.
    Werewolves.
    I couldn’t even listen to the narrator after he said the word. My brain was spinning a million miles an hour. Faster than the moon’s rotation for sure!
    Duh!
    We’d already talked about the full moon and why werewolves transform. It had been in the first movie—Riley’s movie.
    I am no detective, but the clues were piling up.
Cassie had seen Riley’s favorite film, with the part about werewolves, a thousand times.
Cassie had built a big animal cage in the basement.
Cassie had hedged about being able to go on the moonlit walk tomorrow night.
Cassie had those bizarre flickering eyes.
The Scaremaster story had been about Cassie and a secret.
The book actually smelled like wet dog!
The Scaremaster had basically said Cassie was dangerous.
    Oh! The Scaremaster! He’d know if my suspicions were correct. I had to sneak away and ask him, but I was pretty sure I had uncovered the