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[music playing on tv]

[rattling noise]

[rattling noise]

[wolf howling]

[clunking noises]

[clunking noises]

[banging]

[wolf growling]

-Get back inside!

[wolf growling]

[wolf growling]

-[growling].

[wolf growling]

[wolf howling]

[theme song]

A promise that I keep, I'll never share, I'll never speak.

To my grave the secret goes.

The beating heart, the beating heart.

Where mystic creatures wandered far.

Through these veins a wolfblood flows.

Through these veins a wolfblood flows.

-[yawning]

I think that chicken wore off.

-Can't believe you two, breaking out

and raiding the bins.

-Oh, mamma!

-You're always saying how I have to stay hidden from

humans, and never give in to our wolf-self.

And the moment you've got a chance, you're out of the

cellar and away.

-You don't understand how powerful the pull of the moon

is.

-When you're old enough to take wolf form, then you'll--

-I won't be a hypocrite who says, stay hidden, and then

breaks out at the first whiff of food.

And that chicken, blah.

-Actually, your dad's not the only one that's been eating

things he shouldn't, is he?

-Yes.

And you were still dressed when you came outside, young

lady.

-Yeah, didn't we agree in bed at 10:00 on school nights.

-I'm going to miss the bus.

I'm gonna have to go.

-Oh, and don't go hitting me on the nose again.

-What are those on your feet?

-My shoes got eaten by werewolves.

Did you not see the full moon last night?

-Don't you start.

I've already had all this from-- oop, Shannon!

-Maddy, did you hear last night on the moors?

Howling!

Here, here look like what I found on

Dreamers Lane this morning.

I'm going to compare it to paw print for all

the different dogs.

-What?

Every type of dog?

-This proof, Tom.

Proof there is something weird up there on the moors.

CLASSMATE [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, Shannon.

-Oh, yes!

New Photography Club members.

-Finally!

-You're gonna need a bigger darkroom.

-What?

-Well, apparently the Incredible Hulk is taking up

photography, along with Superman, and that is awful

handwriting in this skill.

-We're gonna get new members.

-Look, I'm glad you all have passions.

But it does not entitle you to a room on school premises to

use as your own private den.

You have until tomorrow morning to find three new

members or I'm closing you down.

Harry, no running in school.

-When I find out who did this--

ugh!

-Nice old voice.

Serves her right.

-Stupid cloak.

-Yeah, stupid.

-Jimi.

-How'd you work that one out?

-Who else has got such bad handwriting.

Come on.

[sniffing]

[sniffing].

-Mads?

[school bell ringing]

-Mads, what are your doing?

It's time for class.

-Welcome aboard.

My name is Mr. Jeffries.

I'm your head of year, as well as your form tutor, so you

will be seeing a lot of me over the next year.

Everyone!

This is Rhydian Morris who, I am guessing, is from Wales.

-No.

MR. JEFFRIES [OFFSCREEN]: No.

[laughter]

MR. JEFFRIES [OFFSCREEN]: OK, he's not from Wales, OK.

Sue me.

[sniffing]

CLASSMATE [OFFSCREEN]: Baa, baa.

Baa.

MR. JEFFRIES [OFFSCREEN]: Quiet everyone.

-You smell like my parents.

[laughter]

MR. JEFFRIES [OFFSCREEN]: Maddy, Maddy,

sit down, thank you.

Rhydian, you too.

Quiet everyone.

CLASSMATE [OFFSCREEN]: Baa, baa.

-Quiet!

Jennie.

Class.

Mad, wake up.

JAMES [OFFSCREEN]: Baa, baa.

-James, James!

If I hear one more sheep noise coming from the back of the

class, you will regret it.

-What are you doing here?

-What?

I'm looking for the physic--

-No, here, on our territory.

Don't you know the rules?

You can't stay here.

If my mom and dad get a sniff of you.

-I don't even know you.

-Exactly.

-I don't care whose territory this is.

I'm not sticking around anyway.

I mean, why would I, in this dump?

But no smelly girl tells me when to stay or go.

-Smelly!

-Maddy, you did kind of start it.

-No I didn't.

He was the one that was just--

forget it.

-As usual, you two missed out on the

most important question.

Does he play football?

-Is that all you ever think about?

-Basically, yeah.

Hey, Jimi, you going to ask the new kid to tryout?

-Bleat boy?

Don't think he's the right sort for the team.

Do you?

-He didn't say you couldn't ask.

-Good point.

-No, Tom, don't.

-Come on, Mads, he won't bite.

-I wouldn't count on that.

-Wow, that's brilliant!

You're really good, you know.

-What do you want?

-Just wanted to know if you like football.

-Not really.

-Because, you know, it's a good way to make friends.

-I don't like football, and I don't want to hang around with

you and your weirdo mate.

You got that?

-Yeah, I got that.

Obviously they don't teach you manners in Wales.

You didn't get to see the picture, did you?

It's a wolf's head.

-Rhydian, look what we found.

It's this competition.

-We're definitely going to enter.

-And we think you should too, because

you're dead good looking.

-All you need is a--

what's it called?

Phortolio.

-She means a portfolio.

-Ah.

-Come on girls, he's not interested in that.

He's only just got here.

What he needs is someone to show him around.

And we know everything about it.

-That weird girl, who's she?

-Maddy Smith?

Her?

Those country families have lived here for centuries.

Never leave the area, don't like strangers, or questions.

-They're all cuckoo!

-But what are we talking about her, for?

Let's talk about you, and me.

-And us.

-We need three new members by tomorrow.

What's going on today?

Where could we recruit new members?

-[gasp]

Miss Parrish's badger stakeout.

It's open to anyone, but it's part of

the year seven syllabus.

So year sevens have to go.

-Shannon, you're a genius.

If we give out all the club cameras, I bet we'll get three

new members by tomorrow.

[chuckling]

-I thought I smelled something funny.

-Is that your lunch, Welshie?

-I'm not even Welsh.

-Ooh!

-Got a problem, bleat boy?

[growling]

MR. JEFFRIES [OFFSCREEN]: What on earth is going on here?

-Come on!

-Huh?

-What are you doing?

-It's all right.

-Get out!

-You have to get out!

Argh!

Ugh!

I'm so sorry.

[grunting]

[wolf growling]

[growling]

-Rhydian!

[growling]

-He attacked me, sir.

He's off his head.

-And where is Rhydian?

I'll catch up with him later.

You follow me.

-I knew there was something about you.

But when your eyes went--

it's true, isn't it?

You're like me.

You're like me.

-I'm not like you.

I don't show off, and pick fights, and invade other

pack's territory.

You're a danger to us all.

And the sooner you leave, the better.

-What happened in here?

-Let him go.

He doesn't belong here.

-I still think we should tell someone, you know.

-Yeah, tell Jeffries that the darkroom's been trashed.

See how quickly he closes the club then.

-Are you gonna buy anything, or not?

Pound.

Thank you.

-Are you's coming on the badger walk too?

-What's that?

-Hey, Bernie, has Rhydian come in?

-Who?

-He's this tall.

-And dreamy.

-And Welsh.

-He's not Welsh.

-Ah, the Vaughan's new foster kid.

-Rhydian's in foster care?

-Oh, ay.

Most have been a bad boy, eh?

To get moved all the way up here for a fresh start.

-He's an orphan?

-I told you, most foster kids have parents somewhere.

-Well, he's separated from them.

All alone in the world.

Stuck in a strange place.

No one to turn to.

Trying to make it in the world, all alone.

-Keep recruiting, I'll meet you in the woods.

-But--

-What?

[sniffing]

-This is where we have to be very quiet.

Badgers come out around dusk and we don't

want to scare them.

-And photography really impresses girls.

-So you will join up, wont' you?

-Quiet.

SHANNON [OFFSCREEN]: Do you want to join

a photography club?

-Rhydian!

-Don't worry, I'm out of here.

-Don't!

I was stupid, I'm sorry.

Don't go.

We can help you.

-Help?

I've had help.

Counseling, wrestling.

-We can really help.

You need to learn to control your wolf-self before

someone gets hurt.

Probably you.

-You're just like the rest of them.

-I know about the Vaughans.

I know you're alone.

-So?

-I'm like you, you saw that.

-You may be like me.

You think the same as them.

You're just trying to make me better.

But you know what?

What I am, what I turn into, that is better.

It's better than anything I've ever known.

And I'm not letting anyone take that away from me.

-I'm not going to let you go.

-Go ahead, chase me.

Stop me.

Use your wolfy powers and see how long it takes for someone

to find out what you are.

Because none of your mates know your

little secret, do they?

Thought not.

I've got nothing to lose here, unlike you.

[sigh]

-Oh, where's Maddy?

[whistling]

-Ha, ha, ha.

-Sorry we're late, everyone.

Seen any badgers yet?

-No.

You two have scared off every animal for miles.

I'm sorry, everyone.

We'll have to come back another day.

-Come join a photography club.

-Anyone?

-Well done, Mads.

-Yeah, we're were so close to getting new members, and then

you two had to show up and mess everything up.

-There was something important I had to--

-What?

More important than the Photography Club, yeah?

-Yeah, actually.

Rhydian is more important than the club.

The thing is, Rhydian and I are related.

Distant cousins.

He's the black sheep of the family, and I

didn't want him here.

So I treated him badly, which is why he lashed out and

trashed the darkroom.

You don't have to be best friends, but Rhydian's part of

my life now.

And that's that.

-OK.

Sure.

-Welcome to Stoneybridge, mate.

You really don't like football?

-No.

-Right.

well, I am frozen.

So can we just go?

-Yeah.

-You might want to stay here and warm up.

It's a long walk back to Wales.

-I'm not even Wel--

oh.

-Here's to the late, great Bradlington

High Photography Club.

It was full while it lasted, yeah?

-Mm.

-Mm, mm.

Yeah.

[bells over door ringing]

-We have a proposition for you.

-You've got a proposition for us?

-It's this competition.

It'll cost too much to get our photos done professionally.

-And we need a phortolio.

-Portfolio.

-Both.

-So if you take our photos, we'll join your photography

club, and everybody wins.

-We're not actually going anywhere

near your monkey darkroom.

We'll just put our names down so Jeffries keeps it open.

Do I have a deal?

Please!

-Ew!

-Is Rhydian joining?

-No.

-Guys, I'll catch you up, yeah?

Rhydian, I'll walk home with you.

-I never said I was staying.

-That's a pity.

You got a fan club.

-He's just scrummy.

-He likes me.

-He does not.

-If that doesn't scare you off, nothing will.

So if you're not from Wales, how did you get named Rhydian?

RHYDIAN [OFFSCREEN]: My mom was Welsh, I think.

-How long you in foster care?

-Since I was two.

-And nobody knows what you are?

So what did you do for the full moon last night?

-I couldn't stay in my bedroom, could I?

I climbed out my window.

-So it was your paw print that Shannon found.

Was it your first change?

-Second.

The first got me checked out of my last foster home.

-What happened?

-Don't know.

I went to bed and woke up in a ditch.

Turns out I trashed my bedroom so they kicked me out.

-It must have been hard.

-Anyway, what about you?

I mean, full moons must be epic out here.

-Well, I haven't started transforming yet.

-So I know more about this stuff than you do?

-Yeah, you're the expert.

That's why you lost it with Jimi in

front of half the school.

-I didn't know that could happen.

I only thought werewolves went hairy at the full moon.

-We feel the urge to change when we feel threatened or

angry, too.

You learn to control it and you can transform whenever you

want.

-How do you know all this stuff?

-My parents taught us.

-You have parents like us?

-Yep.

And it's wolfblood, not werewolf.

We're not monsters.

-The weird thing is I don't even remember being bitten.

[snickers]

-Bitten?

You don't get bitten.

-Don't laugh at me.

-Sorry.

It's just you really do have a lot to learn.

-Well, teach me then, smelly girl.

-You were born this way.

You're normal.

[sigh]

Look around.

Everything you thought made you a freak, sight, hearing,

speed, sense of smell, they're all

completely normal for wolfblood.

-So say I did stick around, uh, only

for a bit, no promises.

-You'd have a pack, at last.

People to teach you.

-Oh, no.

No rules, no lectures.

You can keep your group hugs and your big furry family.

I'll do things my way.

-Lone wolf, huh?

So the next time you lose control of your wolf-self,

what happens then?

-Well, uh, that'll be an interesting day, won't it?