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why? Why is he doing this to us? He can’t really think one of us is a werewolf—can he?”
    “Bad news,” Rosa said in a trembling voice. She poked her head into the next room. “There’s no back door in here.”
    Tristan stepped up beside her and peered into the room. It was a small den. He saw a couch, two armchairs, a TV against the far wall.
    Through the bars on the den window he could see the full moon. It had floated higher over the trees.
    Midnight is drawing closer, he thought.
    What’s going to happen then?
    “Where are you kids?” Mr. Moon was calling from the front of the house. “Come back to the living room. Don’t waste your time trying to escape.”
    “He—he’s coming after us,” Bella whispered. Her eyes darted around, making a full circle, looking for a place to run.
    Or hide.
    “Don’t make me angry, people!” Mr. Moon called. “This is supposed to be a party—remember?”
    “Please don’t make him angry,” Angela shoutedfrom the front of the house. “Do as he says, kids. You don’t know what he’s like when he’s angry!”
    “What should we do?” Rosa whispered, glancing nervously down the hall.
    Tristan spotted a black telephone on a table beside the couch.
    “Maybe we can’t escape,” he said breathlessly. “But we can call for help.”
    He darted into the den and grabbed the phone.
    He clicked it on. His hand trembled as he pressed the 911 emergency number.
    Hurry! Hurry! he thought. Someone answer!
    He heard Mr. Moon’s heavy footsteps coming closer.
    “Hello? May I help you?”
    Yes! A woman’s voice came on the line.
    Tristan shouted desperately into the phone. “Please, help! This is an emergency! We’re being held prisoner!”
    “Prisoner?” the woman replied. “Can you give me an address?”
    “Yes.” He struggled to remember it. Suddenly his mind was a blank.
    Finally it came back to him. Pressing the phone hard against his ear, Tristan told the operator the Moons’ address.
    “And you say you are being held prisoner in that house?” the woman asked.
    “Yes. Four of us! He won’t let us out of here.” Tristan cried. “Hurry! Please! You’ve got to rescue us!”
    “I’m sorry. I’d like to help you, but I can’t,” the woman said. “One of you is a werewolf.”

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    Now Tristan recognized the woman’s voice. Angela Moon.
    Angrily, he tossed the phone to the floor.
    “Are the police coming to rescue us?” Rosa asked.
    Tristan shook his head. “No. It was another trick.”
    “Upstairs!” Ray cried. “Maybe there are windows we can open upstairs. We can lower ourselves out a window.”
    “Or maybe shout for help,” Bella said.
    Too late.
    Mr. Moon burst into the hallway and came lumbering up to them.
    Tristan saw that he was sweating hard. His whitevampire makeup had run onto the collar of his black jacket.
    Mr. Moon spread the cape to block them from running past him. He glared at them angrily.
    “You’re not going anywhere,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re staying until midnight. Don’t you want to see which one of you turns into a werewolf?”
    He didn’t wait for an answer. He ushered everyone back to the living room.
    As he followed his friends, Tristan thought hard.
    Why does Mr. Moon suspect that one of us is a werewolf? he asked himself.
    Did he hear Ray and me howling like wolves in the hall at school? Did that make him think we were werewolves?
    Or did he see Bella eating fried chicken in the lunchroom—and chewing all the chicken bones? Does he think that makes Bella a werewolf?
    Or is he just plain nuts?
    Tristan didn’t have long to think. Mr. Moon led them across the living room toward the fireplace. “Here is what we need for our next scary game,” he said.
    He pointed to a tall pile of dark fur objects in front of the fire.
    At first Tristan thought he was staring at a stack of carpets. But as he moved closer, he realized itwas a pile of animal skins.
    “Do these look familiar to one of you?” Mr.