Wolf-Wishes-Bluefire

“Who’s turn was it to go trick-or-treating with Greg this year, Velma?” “Uh—!” “I’ll do it! I’ll go trick-or-treating with him this year.” He could still remember the look on his parents’ faces when the fifteen-year-old shouted out in the kitchen. Greg had been packing his backpack after finishing homework with his mother, and his father had just arrived from work, ready to help make dinner. October had begun, and the hype for Halloween was upon the city. Greg had even thought of making his own costume again that year. The age-old question that his parents often asked each