Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 by T.J. Edison. Read Free Book Online Page A
Book: Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 by T.J. Edison. Read Free Book Online
Authors: T.J. Edison.
for trout.”
They waded to the bank and John eyed Jason all the while.
The three climbed the tree and as soon as they reached the place where they had jumped from. Jason and Yvette joined hands with Ingrid, who after a moments hesitation called out. “Let’s do it.”
They hit the water with a tremendous splash, and sank down to the sandy bottom. They looked about them in search of trout. Jason spied one and swam after it.
The two girls waited as long as they could and returned to the surface. They saw John sitting there looking miserable. They looked downstream, in the direction Jason had swum off in, hoping to spot him.
While waiting for him they swam around some, chasing each other, playing ‘tag’ underwater. After a while they climbed out breathless. Yvette shared her towel with Ingrid and as they were drying their hair they heard a shout and saw Jason approaching along the bank at a run, a large trout in either hand. Yvette clapped her hands and jumped up and down, “Whee, fish, let us roast them on a fire.”
Jason said as he came to a stop before them, “Yes , let’s make a fire,” then he asked , “Has anybody got any matches?
“I have,” said Yvette, “But I am getting dressed first, the water was warm, but the air is not so,” she said, “I love candle light, I have many candles in my room.”
Jason recalled her scent from earlier on, So that’s it, it was just candle smoke.
The three dressed quickly and after finding deadwood they made a fire on a patch of bare earth.
Over half-an-hour later with the late summer sun sinking behind the tree tops, the four of them picked at the roasted trout, which soon disappeared down hungry gullets. John licked his fingers and said , “Jason, You and Yvette were under water for a while, almost ten minutes, how did you manage that?” He removed his sunglasses, perched on top of his head, and held them out for inspection. “With these I can see below the surface, I saw you both approach and hide not far from the shore.”
Ingrid, her mouth agape, joined in, “Really! Did you have an air tube?”
Yvette looked at Jason, who shrugged lightly and smiled. Yvette giggled. “No, that was Jason. He gave me some of his air, before I had to surface. I swim often under water for long periods. I am used to it, three and a half minutes, swimming slowly all the time.”
John said, his surprise apparent, “And I thought you were kissing. What about you, Jason, what’s your trick, Yoga, autogenic training?”
Jason answered, “You guessed it, an old fakir trick. Mind over matter, fifteen minutes is my maximum.”
Ingrid stood up. “Time to go back before somebody misses us.”
Jason kicked loose earth over the embers and stamped it down. They made their way across the darkened field, stumbling in the half-light.
Yvette almost stepped into a deep dark hole, squealing as Jason pulled her back in time. She held on to his arm pulling him close to her. “Thank you, Jason. That was too close for comfort.”
“Don’t mention it, ” he said, enjoying her nearness.
They went their separate ways inside the school building. John called out as they reached the stairs, “Jason, have you a moment, please.”
He stopped and turned to face him. “It’s about the river isn’t it?”
John regarded him, his eyebrows pushing towards his hairline. “How did you guess?”
He shrugged. “That’s it, I just guessed, and don’t worry, your business does not concern me.”
John came nearer; it was obvious he wanted to tell him something, so Jason waited. “When I was small, I was with my parents, we were sailing on a river in a small boat when a gust of wind capsized us, my parents drowned, but a fisherman pulled me out, that is why I don’t swim.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
His body tensed as he said, “There is something else.”
“Tell
They waded to the bank and John eyed Jason all the while.
The three climbed the tree and as soon as they reached the place where they had jumped from. Jason and Yvette joined hands with Ingrid, who after a moments hesitation called out. “Let’s do it.”
They hit the water with a tremendous splash, and sank down to the sandy bottom. They looked about them in search of trout. Jason spied one and swam after it.
The two girls waited as long as they could and returned to the surface. They saw John sitting there looking miserable. They looked downstream, in the direction Jason had swum off in, hoping to spot him.
While waiting for him they swam around some, chasing each other, playing ‘tag’ underwater. After a while they climbed out breathless. Yvette shared her towel with Ingrid and as they were drying their hair they heard a shout and saw Jason approaching along the bank at a run, a large trout in either hand. Yvette clapped her hands and jumped up and down, “Whee, fish, let us roast them on a fire.”
Jason said as he came to a stop before them, “Yes , let’s make a fire,” then he asked , “Has anybody got any matches?
“I have,” said Yvette, “But I am getting dressed first, the water was warm, but the air is not so,” she said, “I love candle light, I have many candles in my room.”
Jason recalled her scent from earlier on, So that’s it, it was just candle smoke.
The three dressed quickly and after finding deadwood they made a fire on a patch of bare earth.
Over half-an-hour later with the late summer sun sinking behind the tree tops, the four of them picked at the roasted trout, which soon disappeared down hungry gullets. John licked his fingers and said , “Jason, You and Yvette were under water for a while, almost ten minutes, how did you manage that?” He removed his sunglasses, perched on top of his head, and held them out for inspection. “With these I can see below the surface, I saw you both approach and hide not far from the shore.”
Ingrid, her mouth agape, joined in, “Really! Did you have an air tube?”
Yvette looked at Jason, who shrugged lightly and smiled. Yvette giggled. “No, that was Jason. He gave me some of his air, before I had to surface. I swim often under water for long periods. I am used to it, three and a half minutes, swimming slowly all the time.”
John said, his surprise apparent, “And I thought you were kissing. What about you, Jason, what’s your trick, Yoga, autogenic training?”
Jason answered, “You guessed it, an old fakir trick. Mind over matter, fifteen minutes is my maximum.”
Ingrid stood up. “Time to go back before somebody misses us.”
Jason kicked loose earth over the embers and stamped it down. They made their way across the darkened field, stumbling in the half-light.
Yvette almost stepped into a deep dark hole, squealing as Jason pulled her back in time. She held on to his arm pulling him close to her. “Thank you, Jason. That was too close for comfort.”
“Don’t mention it, ” he said, enjoying her nearness.
They went their separate ways inside the school building. John called out as they reached the stairs, “Jason, have you a moment, please.”
He stopped and turned to face him. “It’s about the river isn’t it?”
John regarded him, his eyebrows pushing towards his hairline. “How did you guess?”
He shrugged. “That’s it, I just guessed, and don’t worry, your business does not concern me.”
John came nearer; it was obvious he wanted to tell him something, so Jason waited. “When I was small, I was with my parents, we were sailing on a river in a small boat when a gust of wind capsized us, my parents drowned, but a fisherman pulled me out, that is why I don’t swim.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
His body tensed as he said, “There is something else.”
“Tell
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