Turning around, the two friends spotted someone wearing a shaggy werewolf mask with ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red plaid shirt standing behind them.
Elle gasped and took a step back, her hand going to her throat. Lizzie, on the other hand, burst out laughing at the sight.
“I’d know that voice anywhere,” she said, smiling and shaking her head.
Taking a step toward him, she said, “Hey, Deon. How are you enjoying the festival?”
The werewolf’s shoulders slumped, and he shook his head.
“I should have known I wouldn’t be able to get anything by you, Lizzie,” he said
Reaching up, he took off his mask and shook his hair out.
“It’s hard to breathe in this thing,” he said, holding it under his arm.
Looking at the girls, he grinned and said, “My vision is better withou
