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hard, her whole body shaking. “I’ll never get this rotten smell off me,” she whispered.
    Bella slapped at a bug. She had tears running down her cheeks. Mr. Moon stepped up and adjusted the skin over her back. “Tighter,” he said. “Come on, Bella. Pull it tighter.”
    “It really itches,” Ray groaned. “Can we stop now?”
    Mr. Moon studied each of them one at a time.
    “What’s the point of this?” Tristan cried. “Why are we wearing these ratty skins?”
    “I want to see who looks the most comfortable in a wolf skin,” the teacher replied. He brought his face close to Tristan. “You look pretty comfortable in yours. Maybe you’ve worn a wolf skin before? On nights of the full moon?”
    “You’re crazy,” Tristan replied sharply.
    Mr. Moon’s eyes bulged. His face reddened. “Don’t ever say that to me again!” he bellowed. “I know what I’m doing here.”
    He pointed to the stack of skins. “Do you see all the werewolves I have captured?”
    “Easy, dear,” Angela said. She raised a small silvery camera to her eye. “Stand still, everyone. I have to take your picture.”
    She aimed at Ray first.
    The white flash made Tristan blink. His arms and back itched from the heavy fur. He felt bugs crawling up into his hair.
    “This boy over here looks pretty comfortable,” Angela said.
    Tristan raised his eyes in time to be caught by another flash of light. It took him a while to realize that Angela was talking about him .
    Still blinking, he saw Mr. Moon and his wife both studying him. Mr. Moon stepped forward and adjusted the skin over Tristan, pulling it higher on his shoulders.
    “Mmmmmm, yes,” he said, rubbing his white chin. The makeup came off on his hand. “Yes, you look very comfortable in fur, Tristan.”
    The teacher grabbed Tristan by the shoulders. His hands pressed down roughly on the bristly skin. He lowered his face and stared Tristan in the eye.
    “Is there anything you would like to tell us?” he demanded. “Is there something you’d like to sharewith the rest of the group?”
    Tristan tried to move away. But the teacher gripped him tightly.
    The putrid smell of the animal skin swirled around Tristan. He suddenly felt sick, dizzy.
    The heavy skin seemed to press down on him. His legs began to shake. Then his knees folded and he dropped to the carpet.
    “Let’s hear you howl,” Mr. Moon said.
    The teacher was breathing hard now, his face wide with excitement. Sweat poured down the white vampire makeup. His black eyebrows waggled up and down, as if he had lost control of them.
    “Come on, Tristan. Let’s hear a real wolf howl,” he urged, clapping his hands.
    Angela snapped another photo of Tristan. “Go ahead. You can do it. Just open your mouth and howl like a wolf.”
    “You know you want to,” Mr. Moon said, eyes flashing excitedly beneath the dark, wriggling eyebrows. “You know you want to let out a real wolf howl. The way you do every full moon!”
    “Tristan isn’t a werewolf,” Bella cried angrily. “Stop accusing him!”
    “Leave Tristan alone!” Ray said. He pulled off the wolf skin and dropped it back on the pile of skins.
    Mr. Moon spun around to face Ray. “Yes, maybe you’re right,” he said. “Maybe Tristan isn’t a were-wolf.Maybe you are!”
    Angela flashed another photo of Ray. “Let’s hear you give it a try, Ray,” she said.
    “Howl for us, Ray,” Mr. Moon ordered. “Go ahead. Let’s hear it. Just the way you howled in school the other day.”
    “Huh?” Ray’s mouth dropped open.
    “Did you think I didn’t hear you?” Mr. Moon asked. “I’ve heard you howl in school. You can’t keep it inside, can you! You can’t hide your animal feelings.”
    “You—you’re crazy!” Ray declared. He crossed his tattooed arms in front of him. “We want to go home now,” he told Mr. Moon, staring hard at him. “We’re not going to play your games anymore.”
    Mr. Moon leaned close to Ray. “We don’t want the werewolf to