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Miley sat on her front porch reading the book Twilight. Even though it was a good book, she couldn't focus on it.

That dumb Sarah. She thought. Couldn't she see that me and John were in the middle of something? She only cares about herself...

Then, John came running up. "Sorry for leaving you on such short notice..." he began.

"It's okay, John." she replied.

John noticed it was getting dark. He was about to ask Miley if she wanted to spend the night at his house, but he heard a growl coming from the bushes.

"Did you hear that?" John asked.

"Y-y-yes..." Miley replied, turning pale.

John grabbed a baseball bat. "Show yourself!" He yelled.

"Maybe I don't want to..." A voice said.

"NOW!!!!"

A white wolf with a red sun over his right eye came out of the bushes. "I mean no harm." He said.

"Who are you?" John asked.

"Kyo," Replied the wolf.

"What do you want from us?"

"I'm from the sunlight forest, I'm here to tell you something. Those wolf servants are not really evil, they were just taken from their homes when they were small and were forced to work for the evil demon. Only John can stop them"

John was speachless.

"H-how do you know all this?"

"I've seen it up close."

"Well, the full moon's tomorrow..." John began.

"You have to battle them tommorow. We must free them."

"Let's go to my house, I'll ask mom if Miley can stay for the night, and I can somehow sneak you in the house..."

"No need," Kyo turned into a KuroMametchi.

"Woah." Miley said.

"Okay, I'll just tell her your another friend, and we can plan the whole thing during the night."

"Great idea!" said Miley.

"Sounds good to me," Came from Kyo.

"Okay guys, let's go!"

And off to John's house they went.

 
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