“The Halloween festival is on the night of the full moon?” Lizzie asked, her eyes wide.
Her father nodded, and she said, “Normally, that would be really cool, but now that I know I’m a werewolf, I’m a little leery of it.”
“Understandable,” he said, “but I adjusted the formula, and your wolf should sleep through the night of the festival.”
“Good,” she said, though she felt a strange feeling inside of her.
On Monday, Lizzie saw the flyers for the Halloween festival posted on the bulletin boards around the school.
She grinned as she saw them, then turned to Elle and said, “It’s getting closer!”
Elle looked at the board and nodded. She didn’t smile, and her eyes looked sad.
Stopping in the middle of the hall, Lizzie grabbed her friend’s arm to pull her aside and asked, “What’s
