animorphs and werewolves
Elizabeths POV
I angrily rolled out of the bottom of the oak tree.Man,that had been a close call.Of course, the whole town had probaly heardof thewolf that had probaly heard of the wolf that had eaten one of Mr-snotty-rich-guys one hundred greyhounds.Everyone knew he under-the-table raced them.And when a girls gottta eat,shes gotta eat.then i remembered.I was going on a mission with the animorphs.
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