Then he changed, too. Nona was right, she did recognize him as the red German Shepherd that she used to play with.
"Nona, he’s not a wolf, he’s the German Shepherd that used to visit us."
"Yes, and those times were during the full moon," Nona said.
Opa, in the guise of the , padded into the hall, his clothing in his mouth.
"Oh, come on, you can’t tell me this is real. I get it—it’s a joke. Right?" Janet almost snorted, but she stopped when she heard the front doorbell ring.
Finally, Richard had arrived. He’d set her free. He had always been the levelheaded one.
"I’ll get it," said Opa from the hall as he went to the front. She heard the door open. "Come on in, Richard, we’re in the kitchen."
Soon a beautiful tan wolf with a thick black mane walked into the kitchen. His ears perked,
