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check the forest first,” I proposed. Werewolves, unlike vampires, lived in concealment from humans; often being teased for their inadequacy as supernatural beings.
    It wasn’t long before I caught a distinct scent of wet, greasy fur emerging from the Millwood forest. I parked the car near a hiking trail, as Ethan pulled in beside me.
    “We’ll have to walk the rest of the way in,” I explained to the group, grabbing the large weapons bag out of Ethan’s pick-up. Just in case Lief caused any trouble.
    “Be alert,” I instructed. “The camp will be well-hidden.”
    We followed the scent through a winding maze of trees. After hacking through thick underbrush, we neared a clearing with a colorful sign welcoming us to Camp Utopia and wishing us a peaceful stay. Men, women and children of all ages milled around a campfire, some singing and dancing, others doing yoga—all laughing merrily.
    A tall woman in a long, tie-dye dress approached us. She swayed from side to side as she walked, almost as if she was experiencing some sort of a trance. A colorful flower wreath rested upon her bright pink dreadlocks.
    “ Namaste , sisters and brothers,” she whispered, bowing her head.
    Brooke rolled her eyes, mouthing a silent “Wow!”
    “Namaste,” I replied, wishing that she would stay still.
    “I am Rayne, head of the Millwood Werewolf Tribe,” she spun around with her hands up in the air, motioning at the people around us. “You can also call me Sunshine, if you’d like, for that is my middle name. Or, you can call me Rayne Sunshine. Or, if you’d like, you—”
    “Okay, weather woman , we get it,” Hannah cut in impatiently. “We’re here on a very important matter. We’re looking for a puppy named Daisy. Do you know where she is?”
    “ Hmm …” Rayne mused. “I’m afraid we don’t have any ware pups named Daisy here. We have a few kids named Rose, one Magnolia and a Turnip, but no Daisy.”
    “You don’t get it!” Hannah was now yelling. “I’m not looking for a kid. I’m trying to find my dog, Daisy. She’s not a werewolf. She’s a mix between a Maltese, Pug, Chihuahua and Poodle dog breeds. Someone named Leif stole her from my house in Angel Creek and threatened that something bad would happen to her if I didn’t come here tonight!”
    Rayne’s tranquil face suddenly contorted into an angry frown. “What did that boy do this time?” she huffed, storming off toward one of the camp cabins.
    From where we were standing, we could hear her yelling at someone inside. After a moment, she reappeared, dragging behind her a young man who matched Hannah’s description of Leif. In his arms was a scrawny, odd-looking creature. It was dressed in a pink sweater and while the bright pink collar around its neck had the name Daisy inscribed on it, the tiny being barely resembled a dog.
    “ Ohmigod , Hannah! The werewolves turned your poor dog into a monster!” Brooke exclaimed at the sight of the trembling ball of fur.
    Hannah shot Brooke a confused look as she rushed toward Leif. She grabbed Daisy away from him, nuzzling her face against Daisy’s wet nose. “Oh, my baby! My poor little Daisy. Thank goodness you’re okay!”
    The dog’s pink tongue hung out of its mouth, wagging from side to side. It seemed unable to properly fit into its small snout.
    “That’s ‘okay’?” Brooke whispered to me.
    “Leif, why did you kidnap Daisy?” I asked curiously. Leif didn’t strike me as someone malicious. Not very smart, sure, but not cruel.
    “Yes, why in the name of the Earth, the Sun and the Sky would you do something like this?” Rayne asked, giving him a hard smack on the back of his head.
    So much for their peaceful philosophies.
    “It wasn’t my fault, Mom! This creepy foreign guy cornered me when I was out hunting for berries yesterday. This vampire dude, who called himself Viktor with a ‘k’, told me that I was chosen for a very special mission. All I had to do was go to Angel Creek,