Angus had a slice of tart and a mug of coffee to finish his supper, feeling contented that, for now, life was going well. He had no idea how long it would last, but, for now, he had just about everything he could ask for. As the sun set and the stars began to come out, Angus got up, leaving the washing up to the others, and he felt that he needed to set up things for the evening around the fire. He didn't expect that this would necessarily go well, but because Cris had asked for support, he would do his best to try to help provide it, of course.
He got out the supplies for s'mores and put them in a basket, along with a couple thermal pitchers of hot homemade butterbeer for anyone who wanted a warming drink out by the fire. He first took out a stack of blankets and put them on the ground near the fire ring and then he took out a small folding table to hold the beverages, mugs, and supplies for s'mores, along with a couple of lanterns just in case they were needed.
He was just laying the wood in the fire ring when he looked up to see Cris had slipped out of the house, by himself, clearly wanting a moment alone before the moon came out. He saw Cris flatten himself against the front of the house, as if by flattening himself there the moon surely would not find him there and wouldn't rob him of the new life he had. Angus straightened himself up.
"Cris," Angus called quietly and gently. Cris didn't move. Angus walked up to him and opened his arms, and finally Cris folded himself tightly against Angus. "Cris," he said softly, knowing Jessie and Yulong had said some of these same words to him already, but Cris still needed to hear them. "toți vom fi încă chiar aici, toată noaptea și mâine și în fiecare zi după. Și la fel vei face și tu. Nimeni nu te părăsește. Iţi promit." Cris wiped a couple tears away on his sleeve, and Angus stroked his cheek affectionately and hugged him.
Then he invited Cris to come help him make the fire and got him to pitch in to help. He wasn't entirely surprised that Cris already knew how to lay a good fire. He wasn't sure how long Cris had been on his own before they found him but he had probably watched his dad or his granddad make a fire, and he certainly had probably made a fire or two himself while he had been on his own.
Then he had Cris help him pick some long twigs and gave him a pocketknife and had him help carve points on some of the twigs to make marshmallow roasting sticks. Cris was quite good with his pocketknife, and they had enough sticks in no time at all.
Angus got up to go put the sticks on the table with the s'more supplies, and when he had his back turned for only a moment, he heard a shriek from Cris that sounded to him like anguish deep from the very root of the boy's soul, combined with sheer terror. Angus wheeled around to see the boy looking at his first glimpse of the full moon since Cris had arrived here, and Cris was racing, as fast as he could go, for the woods.
Angus raced as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew he was bigger and a good deal quicker than Cris, and he caught up with him just a few paces into the edge of the woods. He fell to his knees and wrapped himself around Cris from behind to stop the lad from trying to run away from the one place in the world he wanted to be. Cris was hysterical, sure that he had already turned into the monster within.
Angus spun Cris around and tried to talk to him, but Cris wasn't able to listen in that moment. Angus took hold of Cris's tee shirt and peeled it off of him, dropping the tee shirt on the ground, and peeled his trousers off too, leaving him in his underwear for a moment. Then he forced Cris to look at him and commanded that Cris show him his fur.
"Unde este blana ta? Arată-mi blana ta!" he commanded Cris firmly, forcing him to stop his hysterics and listen to him, demanding Cris show him the fur. Angus showed Cris his own arm and his own leg to show him he had no fur tonight. No fur at all. He forced Cris to look now fully at the moon for a long moment. Then he had Cris look at his skin again. No fur. None on his arms, none on his legs. None. None at all. He looked at Angus blankly, confused. He asked Angus how long it would stay gone, and Angus reassured him it would stay gone for as long as he continued to take his potion. He gave Cris a moment to try to take it all in, brushing away Cris's tears. Then he picked up Cris's trousers and his shirt and helped him dress again. Finally, he reached for Cris's hand, suggesting that they go light the fire so everyone could make a s'more.