100% Wolf

Freddy Lupin is the youngest of a noble line of werewolves. His father, Flasheart Lupin, was the bravest werewolf since their great ancestor Sir Rathbone. His uncle, Lord Hotspur, is the Grand Growler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. And tonight, on the evening of his one-hundred-and-twenty-first month (ten years and one month to humans), Freddy will undergo his first transwolftation. It's a rite of passage for every great werewolf. For Freddy, however, it's going to be the most more >>

Freddy Lupin is the youngest of a noble line of werewolves. His father, Flasheart Lupin, was the bravest werewolf since their great ancestor Sir Rathbone. His uncle, Lord Hotspur, is the Grand Growler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. And tonight, on the evening of his one-hundred-and-twenty-first month (ten years and one month to humans), Freddy will undergo his first transwolftation. It's a rite of passage for every great werewolf. For Freddy, however, it's going to be the most embarrassing night of his life. Because Freddy is not going to turn into a werewolf at the sight of the full moon. He's going to turn into a poodle. Thus begins a funny and fast-paced adventure, wherein Freddy is thrown out of his pack, finds himself in the clutches of the Coldfax Fort dog pound, uncovers the truth about his father's mysterious death, and discovers that the great werewolf hunter, Dr. Foxwell Cripp, is planning to destroy all of his family and friends, and Freddy is the only one who can stop him. He might be small, pink, and groomed, but Freddy Lupin is one hundred percent wolf.Chapter One: Freddy Lupin

A werewolf is only actually awolffor one night each month, when the moon is full. Anyone can tell when a wolf is a wolf, but how exactly do you spot aboywho is a wolf? That is the challenge for a wolf hunter, as Dr. Foxwell Cripp would tell anyone who would listen to him (which wasn't many people).

One clue is to look for hairs growing in the palm of the hand. Frederick Poncenby Lupin had them. Right there, a little black tuft in the middle of each palm. Frederick was called Freddy by most people, but not by his uncle. He called Freddy "that foolster Frederick!"

His uncle was the terrifying (andveryhairy) Sir Hotspur Lupin, mayor of Milford. He was also the Grand Growler and High Howler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. In other words, he was the most pompous and powerful werewolf in Britain, and he couldn't look at Freddy without becoming purple with anger.

Sir Hotspur liked everything to be just so. Freddy was always doing and saying the wrong thing whenever his uncle was around. And just as often when he wasn't. Just last month he had accidentally put superglue on his uncle's hairbrush. It was a mistake anybody could have made.

"It wasn't me, anyway," Freddy had tried to lie. Sir Hotspur wasn't fooled. Nor did he see the funny side of walking around for a week with a hairbrush stuck to his head. Freddy, on the other hand, had seen the funny side so much that he had lain down on the floor, banged his fist, and cried with laughter. He had of course been banished to his room for the rest of the day. Again.

"You, sir, are a foolster!" Uncle Hotspur bellowed. "You will bring shame upon the Werepack of Lupin. If you don't transform into the world's most ridiculous werewolf one day, I'll eat my trousers. Eat 'em, sir!"

Relations with Uncle Hotspur had never been good. They were about to become much, much worse as tensions in Farfang Castle began to rise. For the moon was waxing toward a perfect full bright circle in the black sky and Freddy Lupin's wolf blood was warming. His first Transwolfation was approaching, and Freddy couldn't wait.

At last! Tonight the April moon would be full.

"Where are you, little pink piggies? Wolfie is coming," Freddy called as he ran.

It was a Saturday, and the morning of his one hundred and twenty-fifth birthday. (In Wolfen time, each full moon is counted. It would be about ten years and one month for a human pup.) He had already run around the house three times, shouting triumphantly.

The "house" was in fact a castle -- Farfang Castle, the home of the Lupin Pack. It was an ancient building, three stories high and complete with battlements, a tower, and a moat. Across the moat was a wooden bridge where a drawbridge had once stood. Farfang was very grand, but to Freddy it was just home. The castle was surro << less