But I slipped again and tumbled forward with a splat.He’s got me now, I thought.The werewolf has got me now. I cannot escape.My muscles all froze in panic. I struggled to crawl away.I turned back, expecting the hermit to grab me.But he had stopped several yards away. The turkey dangled to the ground as he stared down at me, a strange grin on his weathered face.Where was Wolf? I wondered.Wolf had been growling furiously at the swamp hermit. Why hadn’t Wolf attacked?“Help! Will! Cassie!” I called desperately.Silence.They were gone. They were both probably out of the swamp by now, running for home.I was alone. Alone to face the hermit.I stumbled to my feet, my eyes locked on his. Why was he grinning at me like that?“Go on. Go,” he murmured, gesturing with his free hand. “Just teasing you.”“What?” My voice came out tiny and frightened.“Go. I’m not going to bite you,” he said. His grin faded. The light seemed to dim in his shiny black eyes.Wolf appeared behind him.
