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Show "We don't have any silver bullets," Kelly said. That was when we heard the breathing. It was loud and deep and it was getting closer. There was a dragging noise and I realized then that the werewolf was probably hurt bad and that would make him even meaner. I decided not to mention that to Kelly and Jeffrey. Could have sprung his ankle running from the mobs, I thought. The breathing got louder and even though I was almost frozen with fear, I broke out sweating. Kelly was crying loud and Jeffrey was, too. "No silver bullets," she said again. "Shhhh," I said. "He'll hear us sure." "It don't matter," Jeffrey said. "He can smell us." "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!" the werewolf said. Sweat trickled down my forehead and I began to cry, too. I aimed the gun. "AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG! " "Shoot him,shoot him," Jeffrey screamed. "I can't," I said, " 'cause I don't know how." And then the gun started shooting and it couldn't have been me because I had never ever had ahold of a gun, much less shot one. "I'll be cat kicked," Papa's voice said softly from the door. "I will be cat kicked." He grabbed us by the feet and pulled us one by one from under the bed. I thought we had been scared until I saw him. His face was pure white in the full moon. -13- |