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Her mother looked worried at the suggestion, then shook her head. “How could it be?” she asked. “Lizzie took the potion, and nothing else happened. It couldn’t have been her wolf.” “But what if it was?” Lizzie asked, chewing on her lower lip. “What if my wolf was able to influence me to hit Sabrina?” Her parents turned to look at her. Her father pressed his lips together, and he frowned. Her mother slowly shook her head. “I’ve never heard of that before,” her mother said. “I don’t think it’s possible.” “You never thought a were could have a child with a witch before either,” Lizzie said wryly. “She’s got a point there,” her father said. Her mother was silent for a moment, then she sighed. “She does,” she admitted. “Who knows what goes on inside her during the full moon?