Chapter 7

September 17, 2011. Just after sunset

"Werewolf?" Caitlyn asked, her voice amazingly steady, under the circumstances.

I was pawing through my backpack, grateful I had remembered to grab it on my way out the door. I pulled out two potions, and handed one of them to her.

"Drink this," I said.

She glanced at it doubtfully but popped the cap on the Deer Park squeeze bottle and drank it down quickly. I was doing the same with mine.

"Whoa!" she said, as the effects of the potion hit.

I was already feeling mine. Colors seemed sharper, and my thoughts were moving faster. Potion making is one of my stronger abilities, and, ever since I'd meet Paul, I'd started carrying a selection with me at all time. The ones I'd given Caitl...

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