Troutfreckle shivered. His dream had been horrible. He lanced at the nursery. Nutkit wouldn't be evil when she grew up- right? He got up, seeing the full moon. He yelped. It had only been three days since the full moon- another shouldn't happen again! He sat down, pondering. What would happen to Nutkit? How would Frogfur treat her. Suddenly the light around him changed, flickering. He looked up, seeing a blood-red moon. He bit back a yowl, and suddenly the moon was silver again. But the image stuck in his mind, haunting his thoughts.
