The horses galloped for their lives. The howling grew louder. Edgar heard a howl behind him and turned to look. He saw Mr Blood reload his crossbow. He had just shot a werewolf. Mary shouted at the horse to make it go faster. As Edgar reached the beach, his horse reared up. Edgar fell off, and rolled on the sand. A huge wolf stood between him and the boats. He waited for it to attack. But the wolf just nodded its head towards the boats. That werewolf is Anne! thought Edgar. The wolf nodded at the boat again. It was telling him where to go. Of course, Edgar thought. Werewolves can’t swim. He ran to the nearest boat and began to drag it into the water. Looking back, he saw the horse carrying Mary and Mr Blood skidding down the hill to the beach. A pack of howling werewolves came after them. Mr Blood shot another of his silver-tipped arrows. Another werewolf fell to the ground. But there were too many of them. He didn’t have enough arrows to shoot them all. Mr Blood and Mary had only seconds to reach the boat.
