The werewolf stopped. It sniffed the air three times. Then, almost too quickly for Emily to see, it lunged in Santa’s direction.
The girl followed it toward her leader, hoping to catch the monster in her trap. But she stepped too close to the jolly old man.
The werewolf leapt into the air and flipped away from the danger. The move reminded Emily of the ninja films her dad liked to watch. Santa was not as quick. The Trouble Bubble hit him with its full force. It knocked Santa to the ground, capturing him in a gummy, sticky mess.
Not a moment too soon, Agent Vance and his Monster Hunters arrived. “There it is. Blast it,” Agent Vance ordered.
His Monster Hunters fired their beams in the werewolf’s direction, but the creature skillfully dodged them. It leapt from tree to tree, more like a monkey than a wolf.
Emily couldn’t help but be impressed.
One of the laser beams struck a nearby tree with a loud clap. The small, narrow tree teetered for a moment. Then it began to fall.
To Emily’s horror, she saw that the tree was leaning toward Santa. “Look out,” she screamed.
It didn’t do any good. The Super Spy leader was stuck. He couldn’t move, and the tree crashed down on top of him.
Emily barely noticed the werewolf slip away. She raced with Paul toward their injured mentor.
Agent Vance joined them beside the unconscious Super Spy. “My Monster Hunters will get him to a hospital,” he said. “There’s nothing we can do for him out here.”
Emily looked up at the gray-haired man. “Yes, there is,” she told him. “We can catch that werewolf.”
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