Elle burst out laughing.
“You think it was a werewolf?” she asked between gasps before doubling over as she laughed even harder.
Lizzie looked around, thankful that no one was at the bus stop yet.
Then, scowling at her friend, she said, “I didn’t think it was that funny.”
Elle looked up at her and tried to stop laughing.
“I’m sorry,” she said, giggling. “It’s just that… well, you know… werewolves don’t actually exist. They’re made up, like ghosts, witches, and vampires.”
Lizzie shook her head and said, “You didn’t see this thing. It wasn’t… natural.”
Elle shook her head and said, “It was just a coyote. Probably a rabid one at that, if it’s going into town and jumping out at people.”
She looked around, suddenly nervous, and stepped closer to Lizzie.
“You don’t think it’s
