“It’s on nights like this when the stars are out, and the moon is bright, can you see the werecat stalking its prey. The white light of the moon catches its silver fur just so, and its eyes glimmer in the dark. And then it pounces!” Asha pounced at the little kids sitting around the fire and they screeched and ran laughing back toward the tents. She smiled and sat on the log next to me as I drew swirls in the dirt with a stick. “Why so glum, little brother?” I sighed and deb

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