THEY WERE approaching a wide expanse of water that spanned the width of the valley. Ulf could see the meaty trail from Dr. Fielding’s blanket leading on to a rusty metal bridge. “Dr. Fielding went that way, Tiana,” he said, pointing over the water. Ulf bounded ahead of the trolls and leaped on to the bridge. He looked down, seeing the full moon reflected below him. Then he felt the bridge wobble and looked back. The trolls were following behind him. “Ulf, watch out!” Tiana screamed, flying over -head. She pointed across the water. Standing on the far bank at the end of the bridge was Baron Marackai. Ulf growled and ran for him. “What are you doing here, werewolf ? You’re supposed to be dead!” Baron Marackai said. He put the megaphone to his mouth. “Hunters, we have a new beast in the Predatron. A pesky werewolf!” The Baron pulled a long lever at the end of the bridge. Ulf felt the bridge drop away beneath him. He grabbed for the handrail but grasped thin air. He splashed into the cold water below.
