Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 by T.J. Edison. Read Free Book Online

e a d ing the way out of instinct, climbing the boughs easil y as one would climb a ladder, h e looked down and watched as she climbed up after him, copying his every move, grinning cheekily. They climbed until the st urdy boughs became thinner, and found a place where they had a clear view of the river’s surface. “How do you feel,” he asked as she joined him.
     
    “Much warmer, thank you, the water is not all that cold, I am the big soft baby today.” She peered hesitantly down at the river below her and asked him, “So, do we have to jump, or shall we climb back down again?”
     
    Stepping onto a slender bough, he took several paces, stopped and held out his hand. “Are you afraid, here take my hand, we can jump together.” He saw her eyebrows rise as he balanced easily on the bough without a handhold. In spite of her outward show of anxiety he could not sense any inner fear at all. “Come on, stop ki dding, you’re not scared at all, ” he said, smiling.
     
    She smiled and edged along the bough towards him and gave him her hand. They moved along slowly and the bough curved downwards under their weight. As they reached a clearer place the wood creaked alarmingly. He grinned at her. “It won’t break, come on,” then he said, “Shush, someone’s down there.”
     
    Then they heard a distant voice, “Hello, Jason, Yvette, where are you?”
     
    It was Ingrid, standing some way off, then another voice, John. “What are you doing, where are you, have you drowned, maybe?”
     
    “Let us now jump,” Yvette whispered.
     
    They poised together then leaped off the bough, which sprung back into place with a whoosh. They hit the water cleanly, feet first, together and sank to the bottom still holding hands. Yvette looked at him and placed a finger to her lips, and then grinned. Jason knew the others would have heard the splashes, but may not have seen them hit the water and would now be wondering what they were playing at. Yvette tugged at his hand and they swam close to the small beach and waited.
     
    They waited for a while , peering through the surface at In grid who was searching the river surrounds; while John sat there, staring straight ahead, his eyes invisible behind his dark sunglasses.
     
    Yvette pointed upwards, she exhaled some and Jason pulled her to him, she frowned as he placed his mouth against hers, she pursed her lips to kiss him and he blew some air into her mouth. She looked at him in surprise and J ason pointed at his lips. She came closer and with his mouth on hers he emptied half his air supply into her lungs.
     
    After several more minutes, Yvette pointed to the surface and they rose slowly and swam to the shallows. They saw John and Ingrid sitting on the grass talking, both dressed in shorts and T-shirts with the school logo printed on the front. John still wore his sunglasses and Ingrid a large straw hat.
     
    They stood up together and Yvette shouted, “Boo, surprise!”
     
    Ingrid’s head spun round, her mouth agape and she shouted, “What the hell, where were you, we thought you had wandered off somewhere when we saw your clothes?”
     
    Yvette told her, “Come and join us, the water is quite warm.”
     
    Ingrid looked at the pair standing waist deep in water. She rose up and undressed in record time. John stood up and seemed at a loss, he watched as Ingrid took a leap and landed beside the others. She came up gasping, just as Yvette had and with much the same expression. She said as they burst out laughing, “Very funny, ha, ha, ha,” and pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. She looked at Yvette. “I suppose you jumped from that tree. We thought it was trout when we heard the noise. Anyway, where were you hiding all the time?”
     
    Jason caught her eye and shook his head slightly; Yvette smiled and said, “We were watching from upstream, we thought you weren’t coming at first.”
     
    Jason said, “Let’s climb the tree and jump together, then we can hunt