It was good getting back in Ithaca where everything was safe and normal. For a few days, I was afraid my dad would ask about the vial of Lycanthrozine. He didn't ask and I didn't tell him.
Yeah, it was great being an adult werewolf for a while, but I don't think I'd like to do it again--not until I'm really an adult myself. For now, I'm happy just being a normal kid--playing with my friends, doing Cub Scout stuff, listening to the howls of my parents on the hunts, being in Mrs. Winthrop's fifth grade class, and when I'm bored, drawing pictures of wild animals in my notebook.