Doc led them to the clearing in the middle of the greenhouse, where he then ordered Matt to place six candles in a circle, making sure that he formed a hexagram. Various leaves were scattered in the space before Matt was asked to surround the candles with the rope. The two ends of the ropes were not to meet yet, so as not to close the circle. Doc stood at the center and closed his eyes, meditating and muttering words Matt could not hear from where he was standing.
“Next time, bring me in the loop as soon as possible,” Doc shouted as he put wolfsbane powder on each candle, causing them to burn a purplish silver color. “This should be enough to contain him.”
“Hey! What’s up, Doc?” Matt shouted in an attempt to get his uncle’s attention, but Doc pretended not to hear him. “What are we doing here exactly?” Matt kept shouting over and over again, only managing to annoy his uncle.
“I’m concentrating here. I know it’s naturally hard for anyone in our family to do what I’m about to ask you, but stay quiet for a second.”
“Why? What are you gonna do? Cast a spell?” It was meant as a joke until Doc gave him a meaningful glance. Maybe before the day ends, he should joke about going to Japan next week. It just might come true. “Wow. This day just keeps ramping up the crazy.” It was not a complaint. This day is a lot more exciting than he expected it to be. Forget the basketball match at Lawton High School. Morgan turning into a werewolf and Uncle Luke casting a spell surely made this day better. “Okay, Doc. What exactly are you?” Matt needed an answer real fast, but Doc only pretended to not hear him yet again.
“Incoming!” Riley’s voice burst from the darkness, and a woman small in stature came running into view with no chances of tripping on her high heels. She was quick to notice what they had prepared and came running in their direction. The ground behind her vibrated as Morgan rampaged after her, breaking branches and destroying shrubbery and other greenery in its wake. Lola Consuelo is going to kill him if she were alive today.
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“Bring ‘im in,” Doc shouted, stepping out of the circle. He ordered Matt to stand opposite him and not move, whatever happened. Don’t break the triangle, or it will break the spell, was what he said. Matt was starting to get a little nervous now that the beastly Morgan was gaining momentum towards them, but he trusted Doc to know what needed to be done.
Riley was a fast runner, even with her petite legs. She sped past them, past the circle, with Morgan running behind her on all fours, pouncing to chase after its small prey. That was until he saw two more in sight. Paying attention to the smaller-looking one, Matt.
“NO!” Doc shouted as the monstrous Morgan spearheaded his way for Matt. There was no time for Doc or Riley to reach him.
Morgan stopped and stood still. Its monstrous head lowered down, examining Matt’s face, drawing closer and closer until his snout was a few inches from Matt’s nose. Matt could feel the air passing through Morgan’s nostrils. Was he sniffing him?
“Mo-Morgy?” Matt said, mustering all the confidence he has left.
The wolf howled as if praying to the moon, giving Riley enough time to pull out her pistols and shoot. Green blasts of energy hit Morgan, much to his pain, but they did not go through him like a normal bullet would, only pushing him backwards right where Doc wanted him to be.
Doc raised his hands. “Now!” He shouted. Riley ran up to a specific point, planting herself in a position where the three of them created a triangle. Doc began muttering words under his breath. A gust of wind bellowed from nowhere, now dancing in the circle they had created. Lavender flames erupted from the candles, burning bigger and brighter with the wind around them. Morgan tried to flail around in response, as if the flames were hurting him without being touched, but it would seem his strength was nowhere to be found. Slowly, he fell comfortably to the ground, apparently asleep. It was a sight to see: a beastly figure, almost ten feet tall, with the face of a wolf but the grotesque body of a human, asleep like a sweet puppy.
“Morgan’s not going to believe this. Is there a werewolf in the house? Ah yes there is buddy!” Matt mumbled on in excitement. “I need to get this on camera.”
“Now!” Doc shouted. “Close the circle.” Matt took it to mean that he had to tie the ends of the rope together. Nothing seemed to have happened after connecting the loose ends, but the relief on Doc’s face said that they could relax for now.