Without any explanation Sherry wheeled in a wicked looking machine and some crazy sunglasses. After twenty minutes of being zipped and zapped by the laser hair removal machine thingy, I had not one hair out of place anywhere on my face. My eyebrows looked great and apparently my mustache, which I didn't even realize I had, was gone as well. Apparently being a Werewolf meant more facial hair for guys and girls especially as we neared the full moon. That explained the scruff on Ronan's face and Uncle Sean's full-grown beard. The full moon was coming tomorrow night. Uncle Sean explained that with the dance so near the full moon he, Ronan, and myself would all be drinking tea laced with Wolfsbane before nightfall. I had carried mine with me all day in school and forced myself to drink the bitt
