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ghosts to blame. It seems they are interested in my appearance today for some strange reason. Who am I to argue with ghosts anyway?”
    “Humph. Well, you do look beautiful. Even though your hair is gonna fall straight in this humidity,” she replied back.
    “Yes, I know,” I responded, and then I moved my hand uncovering the ponytail holder I was wearing on my wrist. I quickly covered it back up so our little ghosts wouldn’t see it.
    The four of us jumped in the car and headed for town, the smiles on our faces leading the way.
    * * * * * *
    I helped Kiki and Tabby get their booths set up and then Fancy and I strolled casually around, checking out all the amazing spaces. Some tables were loaded with the most incredible looking treats, all made with apples of course. There was one station set up with every kind of apple you could imagine. I had to stop there and taste every one of them. I think the Pink Lady was by far my favorite.
    Fancy pulled me along to the next set of tables. They were loaded with food of all kinds. We grabbed plates and piled all sorts of unfamiliar items onto our plates…and every bite was heaven.
    With my mouth full, I snickered at how fast both Fancy and I had cleared the food from our plates. Are we ladies or what? Oh wait, we are she-cats.
    My eyes scanned my surroundings and all the many different people passing by. I even recognized a few and nodded politely as I passed. “Wait. No, it couldn’t be. Is that…is that…” It was then that I choked on my bite and bent over, coughing uncontrollably.
    “Ma’am, are you all right?” a gentleman asked, patting me on the back.
    I straightened and quickly recognized the voice of ‘the savage’.
    As soon as he recognized that it was me, he quickly removed his hand and backed away, but not before I spotted him scanning me admirably from head to toe.
    “I’m sorry,” he said and the harshness I recognized so well was back in his voice. “I didn’t mean to call you ma’am.”
    “Haha, you are such a gentleman,” I responded back. Then I remembered what I saw, or should I say ‘who’ I saw. I grabbed Fancy’s hand and pulled her away with me, leaving ‘the savage’ standing alone.
    “Fancy, I think I spotted Blake Huntley.”
    She jerked her head around in search mode. “What! Where? Are you sure?”
    “No, but it looked just like him.”
    “If he sees us, we’re in big…”
    “Well, hello ladies.”
    We heard his voice behind us and we both jumped and spun to face him.
    I instantly got riled up, ready for a fight. “Listen here, Blake! If you think you’re gonna turn us in…”
    “Hold up, Calico,” he said, his hands raised in the air in defense. “I’m just here to enjoy the festival. I only joined Creed because I had no choice. I’m one of you. I won’t tell him where you are.” Then he leaned in toward my ear and whispered, “Your secret is safe with me.”
    Fancy and I were both leery of his remarks, but we had no choice but to trust him…for now.
    I glanced around and noticed Dane watching us intently. Had he heard us? We knew he was a ‘were’ of some sort, but we were too young yet to sense what kind of were-creature he was. That was a gift developed later in life. No doubt he knew we were different as well. I smiled my usual sarcastic smile at him. He scowled and whipped his head around, his long mane of blond locks flowing behind him, and walked in the other direction, totally unaware of the group of admiring ladies in pursuit of him. Something struck me then, and I grabbed Fancy’s arm and tugged her away.
    I reached Tabby’s booth and quickly pulled her aside. “Tabby, I think I know what our new neighbor is.”
    She leaned in and whispered, “Really? What?”
    “I think he’s a were-lion.”
    She gasped and covered her mouth but was shaking her head. “Cali that’s not possible. Were-lions don’t have blond hair, for one. They either have dark red or brown hair, and they never live alone.