"I don't understand why they chased him all this way." "Same old Rhydian." "No, I really don't think it is." "I'm glad I came back." "You have to tell Maddy about the camera." "Hey!" "He never mentioned any of this." "He never mentioned you at all." "He never mentioned you, either." "I should have told you about her." "I should have told her about you." "She's one of us." "School's the best!" "Really?" "Yeah, I am loving flushing toilets!" "It doesn't get much more exciting than that." "Amazing, isn't it?" "It's probably just a big dog or a massive badger." "Badger hunting doesn't run in my family." "Oh, and werewolf hunting does?" "As a matter of fact it does." "You know, my dad was telling me this morning, my ancestor was a werewolf hunter!" "What, like Van Helsing?" "Doesn't he play for Chelsea?" "Ooh, the one with the legs?" "Laugh all you want!" "But my dad knows the family history!" "And he's called in a scientist to prove it." "What's going on?" "Liam reckons his dad ploughed up a werewolf skeleton this morning." "I don't "reckon"." "It's true." "Look!" "That is a werewolf skull and my ancestor killed it." "Calm down, Jana." "We don't even know it's a Wolfblood!" "You saw the photo-phone thingy!" "Yeah, but that could be anything!" "Calwearas are all the same!" "Don't call them that." "What?" "It mean's 'baldies'." "It's what wild Wolfbloods call humans." "Ah..." "Charming." "People like him nearly wiped us out!" "If that's a Wolfblood skeleton..." "We need to know." "I agree, OK?" "But you can't keep ranting about it - people are going to start getting suspicious!" "We'll go up to the field, quietly, at break time and find out." "Just keep calm until we know for sure." "Fine!" "Are you going up to check it out?" "Yeah, break time." "We'll meet you in the playground." "No, Shan, you can't come." "Look, Jana's going to be there and you're not supposed to know about us, remember?" "Sorry, Shan." "You can see where Liam got werewolf from." "I told you!" "Out my way." "What's she doing?" "Eolas?" "It's called ansin." "Only some wild Wolfbloods can do it." "It's supposed to connect you to nature in a deeper way than Eolas - lets you... ..know things." "Jana?" "Jana?" "Are you OK?" "Jana?" "Jana!" "He was killed during transformation." "You can see that?" "Sort of." "It's hard to explain." "What?" "He was a member of your pack." "I think I would know if one of my family was killed." "It was a long time ago." "We have to bury him - properly." "Wait!" "Wait!" "Get off!" "We can't be seen!" "Jana, we have to move now!" "Just keep your muzzle out of it, Maddy!" "But there's a scientist from the university there!" "Yeah, but scientists don't generally believe in werewolves." "But Jana said that he's related to us." "How does she know that?" "Ansin, or something." "She said that he was killed a really long time ago." "Ansin?" "I wouldn't put too much faith in that." "It's like people saying they're psychic, there's no proof." "So, it's not true?" "Well, my family has been here over 400 years..." "We'll go to the records office in town, see what we can find out." "Yeah, and you stay away, so no-one can link it to us." "And keep Rhydian and Jana out of it, too." "We can't just do nothing!" "A university lecturer wouldn't jump to werewolf, never mind Wolfblood." "We can't just march in there and nick it." "Why not?" "Because we'll get caught." "If that skeleton doesn't get us exposed, then getting caught stealing it definitely will!" "So you'd abandon your ancestor's soul to save your own skin?" "What are you on about?" "The rite of Friogearde!" "Don't tell me you've never heard of it?" "It's one of the most important ceremonies in the Wolfblood world!" "Until last week, you hadn't heard of flushing toilets!" "When a Wolfblood dies, the living must guide his soul to the One Pack in the afterlife." "Without that, he's lost for eternity." "It's..." "Look, I'm sorry, Jana, we can't put your beliefs above our safety." "As long as those people are out there, we're staying away." "Maddy's right, it's not worth it." "Is nothing sacred to you two?" "Right, you lot..." "I have an announcement to make." "Come on..." "Chop!" "Chop!" "She is fanatical!" "That's wild Wolfbloods for you." "Right, Maddy, Rhydian, sit down." "Right, afternoon classes are cancelled." "Get in!" "Yes!" "Yes, yes." "But you're not getting off school." "I have an educational treat in store." "All right." "Settle down." "Settle down, everyone." "Now, we are extremely fortunate that my old university friend, Rebecca..." "Ah, Dr Whitewood and her assistant here has allowed us access to this fascinating site for the afternoon." "Dr Whitewood, over to you." "Yes, hello!" "It's great to see so many young faces..." "If you're a doctor, aren't you a bit late?" "He is well dead." "Yes..." "Thank you, Katrina." "I'm not that kind of a doctor - I'm a forensic scientist." "I presume you all know what a forensic scientist does?" "You use scientific methods to look for evidence and link suspects to the scene of a crime." "Bravo, Shannon." "Yes, that is correct." "Are the police involved, then?" "No, not this time." "I have a personal interest in unusual skeletons." "Yeah, Dad called her this morning!" "And, thanks to Mr Hunter," "I've been incredibly busy dating these fascinating bones." "Lucky bones!" "And I can tell you that this skeleton is approximately 200 years old." "And unique!" "Yeah, because it's a werewolf!" "Oh, come on, out of all the possible explanations, a werewolf is the least likely!" "You know, it's much more plausible it's a human with some kind of genetic mutation, or even a hoax - the Victorian freak shows were full of them, animal bones mixed in with human bones, you know," "billed as some kind of monster!" "Well, yes..." "Erm?" "Shannon." "Shannon Kelly." "You've obviously done your research, Shannon." "And you're quite right to err on the side of caution." "But I wonder what you'd make of this." "Paul?" "What is it?" "It's a musket ball." "We took it from the skeleton this morning." "And curiously it's made of silver." "And silver bullets kill werewolves!" "I told you!" "That would only prove..." "Stop it." "..that whoever shot this creature may have thought it was such a beast." "Either way, I think these bones warrant further research." "Wouldn't you agree, Shannon?" "I thought you said scientists didn't believe in werewolves." "Fortunately, we don't have to rely on this sort of speculation." "Once we're back in the lab, I'll be running DNA tests to make sure I know exactly what these bones are." "All right, all right." "Everyone in groups of four." "We're going to teach you how to date soil samples." "We're a three!" "Mum's not answering either." "We can't just wait around!" "What that scientist is doing is sacrilege - only Wolfbloods should touch those bones!" "Keep your voice down!" "Sacrilege or not, we can't let them run DNA tests, they'll show it's half human, half wolf." "What are we going to do?" "We need a plan." "All the time you're planning instead of acting, those bones are being desecrated!" "And if we left this to you, we'd be caught and they'd be examining our DNA!" "I'll keep an eye on her." "Very perceptive questions in there, Shannon!" "Oh, thanks!" "I just find it all so fascinating!" "You should think about a career in forensic science." "Oh!" "Thanks!" "Shannon." "Shannon!" "I need your help." "I thought you might." "Dr Whitewood likes you," "I need to get those bones out of there before she does." "You need an inside man?" "Yep." "When the bones are in one place, you'll have to provide a distraction so we can get to them." "Like a decoy." "Exactly." "Don't you worry, Mads." "I'm your man..." "Your woman..." "Girl." "You know what I mean!" "Do you fancy Dr Whitewood, Sir?" "What?" "Go on, Sir, I reckon you've got a chance - cos she likes old fossils!" "Mr Jeffries, Dr Whitewood said me and Tom can stay on site and help." "Can we?" "Please, Sir." "Well, if Dr Whitewood said it's OK..." "Thanks, Sir!" "..and your parents don't mind!" "Jeffries and Whitewood sitting in a tree." "K-I-S-I-N-G." "That's not how you spell it, Katrina." "Go home!" "Now." "Come on." "Dr Whitewood, Mr Jeffries says me and Tom can stay on site and help." "Can we?" "Just for a while." "Well, if Mr Jeffries says it's all right, why not?" "We can use the help!" "Thanks!" "Are you sure this is OK, Rebecca?" "Of course, it's good to see some eager students." "And then we place the bone in a sterile container." "And once they're all identified and labelled, they're put in those storage cases for safe transportation." "Wow!" "You guys work really fast." "Yes, in an hour or so, they'll be on their way back to the lab." "In an hour?" "Once I get the sniff of a mystery, I can't rest until I've solved it." "Where have you been?" "In the records office." "All afternoon?" "It takes time - there isn't exactly a section for" "'Wolfbloods killed on the turn'!" "And, you'll be glad to know, we are probably related." "What?" "Really?" "Your great, great, great, great, uncle William disappeared about 200 years ago." "There's no death recorded for him." "So, Jana was right." "We can't be sure, but neither can that scientist." "Well, that's where you're wrong." "She's obsessed with werewolves and she's going to analyse the skeleton's DNA!" "What's happening?" "Pass it here!" "Hold on a sec." "Shannon?" "They're moving the bones in an hour!" "Text me when they're almost done." "OK." "You'll have to stall her - buy us some time." "Dad?" "It's me." "Don't do anything stupid." "We'll be home as soon as we can." "I can't wait, we've got to move now!" "What are we looking for again?" "Sage for the rite." "Are we burying him or making a casserole?" "It's not a joke, Rhydian!" "A Wolfblood's soul must be set at peace." "Just a bit over the top, isn't it?" "It's what every Wolfblood believes, or should believe!" "If you don't want to help, then stay out of my way, cos I'm going to do this properly." "Hello?" "We're getting the bones." "Are you still with Jana?" "Yeah." "Is she still wound up?" "Oh, yeah." "OK, meet me at home." "Tell her we need shovels and spades for the burial." "It was a relative, Rhydian." "What's this one?" "That's a bladed trowel." "What's this one?" "It's a margin trowel." "What's that for?" "My sandwiches." "Oh!" "You don't really believe it's a werewolf, do you?" "I mean, you're a scientist!" "Just because one hasn't been documented thus far, doesn't preclude the possibility that it might be real." "You've heard of Occam's Razor?" "Yes!" "It means the simplest explanation is usually true - even if it sounds unlikely." "Exactly, which means it's much more likely this is a genetic disorder." "There's one, hypertrichosis, that makes humans hairy all over." "True, but I've have never heard of hypertrichosis producing associated skeletal mutation - this is beyond anything I've ever seen before." "I must say, Shannon, you do seem very keen to prove that this isn't a werewolf." "Is there something you're not telling me?" "No." "No, no." "If your ancestor bagged a werewolf, why did he leave it in a field?" "I don't know." "Dad said he shot it in Aerns Hollow, wherever that is." "It probably stumbled into the field after it got shot." "Then over the years it just got buried." "What about this?" "His name was Abraham Runcorn Hunter." "A bit posh for a teddy bear." "My ancestor!" "Oh." "The spade's over there - in the corner." "It's Shannon." ""Bones are almost packed"." "And if anyone gets in our way, we let this do the talking!" "Hey!" "Are you off your nut?" "We can't risk her losing it, Tom and Shannon are up there." "Let me out!" "That's him!" "So, those are ribs, right?" "Ribs!" "I could murder some!" "A little insensitive, Shannon." "Sorry, but is anyone else hungry?" "I'm starving!" "I bet you haven't eaten since lunchtime." "I can wait." "Well, Bernie's is just down the road, best food in town." "Only food in town." "We can't leave the site unattended." "Knock knock." "Tim..." "Hey!" "What brings you up here?" "I just wanted to thank you for letting us intrude on your work." "The students found it fascinating, as did I." "Happy to fuel enquiring minds!" "Yes!" "So could I fuel your stomach, by offering you dinner?" "Oh, we were just going to Bernie's, actually." "Why don't you come with us?" "And waste a China Garden set meal for two?" "No, no, you go." "I'll stay here with Dr Whitewood." "But..." "Off you go." "They're on their own." "Come on." "So, how did Tom and Shannon get on?" "I hope they did their favourite teacher credit?" "Extremely bright." "A bit lacking in imagination, though." ""Lacking in imagination"?" "Shannon?" "The girl who's been going on about a monster on the moors since she was seven years old?" "A monster on the moors?" "Shannon?" "Yeah, Miss Kelly is our resident beast hunter." "She wouldn't hear of such a thing this afternoon." "In fact, she's been quite insistent there couldn't be such a thing!" "How strange!" "She has been a bit quiet lately." "It's all part of growing up." "Unless she found what she was looking for." "Chopsticks?" "A beast." "Tell me more about her and this monster on the moors." "Where do I begin?" "We almost had the bones out and then Jeffries rocked up!" "What are you losers doing here?" "What are you doing here?" "It's my dad's field!" "Anyway, we came to show Dr Whitewood these." "Dr Whitewood!" "Dr Whitewood!" "What are you lot doing up here?" "Check it out!" "I found them in my attic!" "How fascinating!" "They're just like the one you pulled from the werewolf!" "I'm telling you, my ancestor killed that thing!" "Calm down, Maddy." "Look, Sir!" "It's delightful." "See!" "My ancestor was a werewolf hunter!" "He was a murderer!" "Hey." "Settle down, you two." "Settle down." "I told you - you can't murder a werewolf." "It's a beast." "He was the beast!" "Erm, he was a hero." "Maddy!" "Stop it!" "Now!" "Stop it now!" "Stop it." "Ow!" "You're the wild animal around here!" "Stop it now!" "You're both wild animals!" "Now go home!" "Now!" "I will deal with you tomorrow!" "And as for you, Maddy Smith..." "That's a nasty cut." "Better come inside, I've got a first aid kit." "No, she's fine..." "Nonsense." "Shannon?" "Inside." "Both of you!" "Come on." "What are we going to do?" "Sorry about that." "It's just a little cut." "Have you and Shannon been friends for long?" "Yes." "I could have sworn I saw you up here this morning, when we arrived." "No." "Maddy was at school this morning." "This way, keep your head this way." "Please keep still, Shannon." "My mistake, must be someone who looks like you." "All done." "Right, thanks." "Shannon, move your head this way." "This way." "Right, all done here." "I'll take Maddy straight home, Sir." "Yeah, good idea." "Go straight home." "Tell her parents." "I'll call them later about the injury." "It's not the end of the world." "Just another day, eh?" "Come on then, Shan, I'll take you home." "No!" "No, I mean we should stay and help pack away." "Dr Whitewood's been so kind, letting us stay all day." "It's the least we can do!" "That's very, very thoughtful, Shannon." "I'll stay too, of course." "Let me out!" "What is that?" "Jana." "Oh, what's she doing here?" "I always wanted to be an archaeologist, you know?" "That's marvellous." "Give Paul a hand with these, will you?" "Of course." "That's the bones." "Come on." "Wait." "Where's Tom and Shannon?" "We can't wait!" "What on earth?" "!" "Get down, Rebecca!" "I've got Dr Whitewood!" "Ow!" "Ow!" "Ow, ow, ow!" "Ow!" "What did you lock me in for?" "I couldn't let you hurt Tom and Shannon!" "Maddy, don't..." "No, Rhydian, I'm not lying any more, it's only made things worse!" "Lying about what?" "Tom and Shannon helped us get those bones." "They know about us?" "They know what we are?" "Yeah, they do." "Because I told them." "You told calwearas?" "You broke the oath!" "I didn't take an oath!" "That's your pack." "Tom and Shannon are part of mine!" "Calwearas can't be in a pack - they're not to be trusted!" "They're our friends!" "They helped us get the bones, which is what you wanted." "We care about them." "Even if you don't." "Oh." "Text from Shannon." "Oh, no." "This is really bad." "What's wrong?" "Dr Whitewood's got my DNA!" "The bones are gone!" "The bones don't matter any more." "We have something better." "You don't fool me, Shannon Kelly." "For some reason, you don't want me to know the truth about those bones and I think it's something to do with that little friend of yours." "I'm right, aren't I?" "Maybe her DNA will provide the answer." "Pack up everything, meet me at the lab." "It's all my fault!" "Before, all she could find was a new species, and now she can link me, a living Wolfblood, to that skeleton!" "It's not just you - it'll expose us all!" "Let's just think about this for a second." "No!" "We're finished." "No, you're not." "Shan, is that..?" "Yep." "You won't be seeing Dr Whitewood again." "Why?" "What's to stop her from coming back?" "The DNA results." "When the tent collapsed, I swapped Maddy's sample with mine." "She just thought it was Jeffries being over-protective." "The worst thing she'll find is human DNA." "Shan, that's brilliant!" "I know." "Yeah, but Shan..." "What if Dr Whitewood finds a new species of geek?" "Oh, shut up!" "Is everyone all right?" "We're fine." "Mam, Dad, meet great, great, great, great Uncle William." "May these bones be blessed, oh, Friogearde." "Guide this spirit to the One Pack where we hunt proudly for eternity." "We're almost done." "All that's left is the final blessing." "Tom, Shannon." "Us?" "Really?" "During an eclipse, you go back to being human." "Wolf on the inside, human on the outside." "Harry Averwood and his band." "What's your problem?" "I'm just worried about you." "Well, why don't you stop worrying about me and try being happy for me?" "Can you not feel it?" "If there's one night when you truly understand what it means to be a Wolfblood." "I broke an oath to help Shannon!" "Shannon doesn't need that help - because you haven't helped her face her fear." "I'm a big girl and I can look after myself, thanks." "Howl at the moon!" "You have no idea what's in store!" "Yes!"