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reached the
foot of the stairs and then sped along the corridor, out
the open door and into the courtyard at the centre
of the castle. Just before they could splash into the
ornamental pond, Freddy expertly steered left into a
rosemary bush. He rolled off the tray, laughing.
    'Again?' he said.
    Priscilla was upside down in the shrub. Freddy
hauled her up. She brushed the leaves off her jumper,
straightened her hair, and looked down her perfect
nose. Then, for the first time, she smiled at him.
    'Again!' she agreed.

    Freddy looked for her, but Batty had not returned
for lunch. Instead, he joined the grown-ups and
Priscilla in the Great Hall. Mrs Mutton had made the
girl a salad, but Freddy had sausages again. After his
glorious morning of triumph with the Slide of Doom,
he thought he was on a roll. Not at all deterred by his
failures of the previous evening, he again scoffed his
sausage sideways.
    This time, Priscilla laughed so much that she had
to fan her face with her hands.
    'Oh, like, you are so-ooo cool ,' she said when she
could catch her breath.
    'Yes, I am, aren't I?' Freddy agreed, pleased that
Priscilla had at last seen the light.
    'Well, I am very happy to see you two young people
getting on so well.' Chester winked at his daughter.
    'Of course, we are, Papa,' she replied, wafting her
eyelids. 'Freddy is the Greatest Werewolf Hero Ever ,
remember.'
    'Well, Second Greatest Hero,' Freddy corrected. He
didn't want to sound like a show-off. 'Sir Rathbone is
the best wolf really, well . . . anyway, that's what some wolves think . . .'
    Flasheart grinned. Freddy always made his father
laugh, only sometimes he wasn't sure why.
    'What are you going to do this afternoon, Pinky?'
    'Dad!' Freddy hissed at his father's use of the
nickname. The last thing he wanted was for Priscilla
to know about his pink phase .
    'Sorry,' Flasheart grimaced.
    Freddy stuffed in another sausage.
    'I'd really like to explore the castle.' The pretty girl
smiled at them. Freddy found himself smiling back
like a charlie. 'Like, do you have . . . any . . . secret passages ? We have them in Boldovia.'
    'Flah-blah- splutter -flig,' Freddy said, forgetting in his
eagerness to reply that he had a mouthful of sausage.
    Some flew across the table and landed on Priscilla's
nose. She flinched, shuddered, wiped it off with her
napkin, and just about managed to return the smile
to her face.
    Flasheart frowned at Freddy significantly, and Mrs
Mutton threw a bread roll at his head, which bounced
off and rolled over the table.
    'Don't talk about . . . anything with your mouth
full,' she hissed.
    Freddy blushed and nodded. He had almost
blurted out one of the Lupin Pack's greatest secrets. It was not to be shared with anyone, not even distant
relatives with perfect noses.
    'Well, I'm not sure about secret passages, but
explore as much as you like. Just don't tire yourself
out, Freddy. It's a big night tonight.' Flasheart smiled,
his teeth already looking sharper.
    'It will certainly be an honour to attend a Transwolfation
here in Sir Rathbone's own hall,' said Chester,
looking about in awe.
    'And will you go on a Blood-Red Hunt?' Priscilla
looked a little excited, despite being a vegetarian.
    'No, we will stay in the grounds of Farfang tonight,' Flas heart replied before Freddy could. 'It's not always
safe.'
    'Oh, Dad,' Freddy whined. He didn't want to look
a sissy in front of the guests.
    'Maybe next month.' Flasheart looked grave. He
didn't want to upset his son, but he had seen reports
in the local paper that a documentary crew had arrived
in Milford to film 'wildlife'. The last thing the werefolk
wanted was publicity.
    'Oh well . . . if it's too dangerous for you . . .' Priscilla shrugged and looked at Freddy exactly as if
he were a coward.
    The poor boy blushed red. The hairs on his palms
were itchy as anything. He would prove to Priscilla
that he was a brave wolf.

    Batty came looking for Freddy that