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her bag under the table and logged on to the Internet, where she surfed through a few of her favorite sites, catching the updates.
    I should be studying, she thought. Getting ready for exams like everyone else.
    But at the moment, Willow did not have a studious bone in her body. Her mind was on other things. First, there was the matter of the motorcycle-riding hellhounds and the possibility that she was responsible for bringing them to Sunnydale. But more immediate was the chill that had fallen over her friends and herself.
    Then there was the possibility that she inadvertently had created trouble for them.
    A few weeks ago, using the Internet and some of Giles’s books, Willow had pieced together an ancient spell that had once been used for multiple purposes. Among them: to reverse spells that turned one into certain animals, such as dogs, pigs, rodents, that sort of thing . . . and to reverse lycanthropy. Willow didn’t know anyone who’d been turned into a rodent or dog, but lycanthropy — or the condition of transforming into a werewolf every full moon — was another story.
    The spell was ancient and had fallen out of use. When she first stumbled onto it in one of Giles’s books, only a fraction of the spell was given. But she kept looking, and looking, until she found the whole thing. She’d thought it was the whole thing, anyway. Looking back now, she wondered if she had used an incomplete version of the spell. It didn’t matter either way at this point, though; she had done it, and it could not be undone.
    Willow thought curing Oz of his werewolf condition — something that caused him a good deal of anxiety and depression once a month — would be a wonderful gift, and a gift that only she could give him. So just twenty-four hours from the first of three nights that would put Oz through his painful transformation, Willow cast the spell. She hoped the fact that the coming full moon would be the Blood Moon would enhance the spell’s power.
    Not only was the spell not enhanced, it did nothing. She locked Oz up in the book cage in the library the following night. He didn’t like her to see him change, so she always left right away. On that night, though, she only pretended to leave. As she waited in the shadows, his grunts of pain, which sounded human at first, became deeper, throatier until there was nothing human left in the savage sound. Unable to listen any more, she rushed out of the school into the cold night, angry with herself. She’d done something wrong, misread the instructions, misquoted the words, something.
    Then those five bloodthirsty hellhounds had come to Sunnydale. A lump of guilt quickly formed in the pit of Willow’s stomach. Instead of curing Oz’s lycanthropy, her spell had summoned a pack of hellhounds to town! She didn’t want to tell Giles what she had done, but she had no choice. He was always trying to get her to slow down on the magic and wanted her to clear everything with him first, to practice it under his supervision. He wasn’t going to like the fact that she’d performed such an ancient spell on her own, especially when she wasn’t exactly sure if she was working with the whole spell. But every time she approached Giles, he was too busy to talk.
    Willow felt a little better after they’d staked all five of the hellhounds. At least they wouldn’t be moving on to other towns to wreak havoc. But she still felt angry that the spell had not cured Oz and felt the need to discuss it with Giles. After all, maybe she was wrong about the spell going awry. Maybe it just did nothing. Giles would most likely know. But she didn’t want to risk being told, “Sorry, not now, Willow,” or, “Can we talk later, please?” She’d been hearing that sort of thing a lot lately, and not just from Giles. That was the other thing that had been occupying her thoughts lately.
    Normally, with exams just around the corner, she and Oz would be studying for them together. Buffy and Xander and