Harry stood at the forest’s edge without moving. He was thinking to leave, when a flurry of movement within caught his attention. Peering at the massive shape he could see, he realized too late that it was a wolf. He jumped out of the way, and the mbwa mwitu landed where he had been a sekunde before. He looked down at it. The wolf, which had reddish-brown fur, growled up at him. Impulsively Harry withdrew his wand from his jeans pocket.
The mbwa mwitu stopped growling when it caught sight of the raised wand. It transformed into a man, and Harry backed up, astonishment on his face. The wolf-man spoke....
continue reading...