About forty men and women came to the barn that evening.
Mary and Edgar stood at the back of the barn. The men and women kept turning to stare at them.
“I don’t like this,” Mary whispered to Edgar. “Why are there are no children here?”
“I know,” said Edgar. “Something is wrong with this island.”
The Sheriff called for everyone to listen.
“Friends! It is a full moon tonight.” The Sheriff pointed at Mr Blood. “And we all know why this man is here.”
“He kills werewolves,” said a woman.
“He wants to kill one of us,” growled one of the men.
Other men agreed with him. They didn’t seem happy to see the Dark Hunter.
Mr Blood spoke up.
“You have nothing to fear from me unless you are hiding a very dark secret. Maybe there is a werewolf on the island. Maybe not.”
“Tonight we will find out,” said Mr Blood. “Is everyone on the island here?”
“We are all in this barn,” replied the Sheriff.
“Good. Then lock the door, please, and hand me the key,” said Mr Blood.
“Of course,” said the Sheriff. His face twisted in a strange smile.
Edgar and Mary pushed through the crowd. They wanted to get to Mr Blood. The people gave them strange looks.
As they were making their way to the front, Anne blocked Edgar’s way. He lost his balance and fell over.
Anne helped Edgar up.
As she took his hand, she slipped him a piece of paper. There was panic in her eyes.
Edgar guessed that she didn’t want anyone else to see the note. So he closed his fist on it and walked on towards Mr Blood.
The Sheriff was trying to calm the angry people in the crowd.
Mary tapped Mr Blood on the arm. He leaned down.
“There are no children on the island,” she hissed. “Did one werewolf kill them all?”
“I don’t think so.” Mr Blood looked worried.
Edgar looked down at the piece of paper. He gasped. He handed the note to Mr Blood. It was a warning.
This is a trap!
Get to a boat
as fast as you can
Save the children.
