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They were the best of friends, telling scary stories around a campfire. And Jay's story was the scariest of all...
"I STARTED HAVING DREAMS WHEN THE MOON WAS FULL...
He said it was true. But who could believe his strange tale of moonlight and werewolves? It was the stuff of horror movies. Only Valerie saw the hunger in Jay's eyes.
"I WAS CHANGING INTO SOMETHING FIERCE AND POWERFUL..."
It was just a campfire story, wasn't it? But that night, when they heard the wild animal prowling around the camp -- and then saw its sharp, glistening fangs -- they remembered Jay's words:
"BY MORNING, YOU'LL ALL BE DEAD..."
Bad Blood
Berkley Books, New York
Copyright 1993 by Debra Doyle and James D. Macdonald
ISBN 0-425-13953-0
I was wiping off my mouth with a paper towel when I heard Di's voice behind me.
"Are you all right, Val?"
I felt myself turn red. "I'm okay," I said. "The cook put too much olive oil and garlic in the pizza sauce tonight, that's all."
And then I just stood there with my mouth open, as all of a sudden it was night again in the mountains, and I heard my own voice asking, "What works against werewolves?"
"Silver bullets," Bill had answered. "Garlic and wolfbane."
I started shaking, and I couldn't stop.
It's happening. I can't pretend it's a "maybe" anymore. By the time the full moon comes around, I won't even be human...
