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of a werecat.
    It growled again. Then it lifted its head and gazed straight at Wendy.
    Wendy stared into the glittering eyes of another werecat.

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    W endy froze. She was face-to-face with another creature just like her.
    Only much bigger.
    But Wendy didn’t care. Her fur puffed out in a challenge. All she could think was how much she wanted to fight the larger cat. That she had to drive it from her territory. She prepared to attack.
    But the black werecat turned away. It began to creep along the ground again.
    Wendy didn’t take her eyes off the animal. What was it stalking? Wendy peered down the sidewalk. Then she saw it. A small striped alley cat. That was what the werecat was after, Wendy realized. The alley cat cowered by a Dumpster.
    The werecat sprang. An instant later the horrifyingsounds of a vicious cat fight reached Wendy’s ears. Somehow, the alley cat slipped away from its much larger enemy. It ran off, yowling in fear.
    The black werecat’s eyes darted up and down the street. Its tail flicked back and forth. Who’s next? it seemed to be thinking.
    Its eyes locked on Wendy’s face.
    â€œMowwwwwwrr!” it howled in challenge.
    â€œMowwwrr!” Wendy called back.
    The black werecat advanced toward her. A part of her wanted to stay and fight. But another part, the human part, was afraid. Knew she couldn’t win.
    The werecat sprang. It was so big, so heavy, it knocked over the garbage can.
    Wendy scrambled to regain her balance. She found herself on the ground, looking up at the much larger cat. Its sharp fangs glittered in the moonlight as it moved in for the kill.
    Wendy knew she was no match for the black werecat. Even though she wanted to fight, she forced herself to turn away. She streaked out of the alley. But she could still hear the black cat’s footsteps, smell its scent.
    Her house was two blocks away. Wendy picked up speed and raced into the street.
    SCREEEEEEK!
    She heard the squeal of brakes as a car swerved to avoid hitting her. She bounded through the neighbors’ yards, flying over fences.
    The black cat stayed right behind her.
    At last she saw the familiar wall that surroundedher house. Wendy leaped over the wall and into the yard. I’m home! she thought. I’m safe!
    But the black cat leaped after her. Wendy could sense it snarling down at her from on top of the wall.
    Her wall! Wendy’s werecat senses were on full alert. She was furious. How dare that cat invade my yard? This is my home. Mine!
    Wendy stopped running. She knew the other cat was much bigger, much stronger. But it didn’t matter. Her instinct to defend her home was more powerful than her fear. She turned to face her challenger.
    The black werecat was gone.
    Wendy leaped back up onto the wall, sniffing the air. The scent of the werecat had vanished.
    It was over. For now.
    Wendy streaked back across the yard and up the old oak tree. She raced along the branches to her open window and jumped inside. She noticed the first pinks of dawn beginning to lighten the sky.
    A moment later her skin began to itch and tingle. In less than a minute Wendy was in human form again.
    She glanced down at her pajama-clad body. Her muscles ached all over. Her skin was scratched in half a dozen places. She was exhausted, relieved, and excited all at the same time.
    Amazing! she thought. Being a cat is awesome! She thought about how daring she had been. She remembered teasing the dog and her visit to Nancy’s house. She loved the way all of her senses were heightened when she was a cat. She felt so powerful.
    Then she remembered the black werecat.
    Wendy shuddered. That cat wanted to kill her. And it could have, she realized. Yet she had wanted to fight it. The danger didn’t seem to matter.
    I was out of control, Wendy thought. I was as wild as the other werecat.
    Then she had to admit something—something terrifying. She was as wild as the black werecat because she was a werecat,