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

me then.”
     
    “What do you think of Yvette?”
     
    What should I think, I like girls, I like everyone, He shrugged. “She is polite and likes to have fun.”
     
    “Do you, er, like her?”
     
    “Yes, I like you too, and Ingrid.” He caught John’s look and added, “But , not in a special way, more like a sister. I never had a sister, so I suppose that is how I see her.”
     
    John’s whole body relaxed and he said, “Good. Well, I’ll be off to bed, see you in the morning, Jason, good night.”
    “Good night, John,” h e replied and watched him as he walked away. There was something about him that he couldn’t fathom. He wasn’t what he thought a human would be. He had acted strangely as Yvette moved away from him at the campfire and sat cl oser to Jason, and Jason could sense his anger at her actions, but he showed nothing but complacency.
     
    He wondered about his own feelings towards the three, Yvette especially. He had lied to John when he spoke of Yvette, he felt strongly protective of her in a brotherly way. He felt at ease in her company, but there was something else that he could not place. He changed into his pyjamas, and as he lay there in bed it occurred to him that Yvette had purposely walked away from him as they approached the hole on their way back from the river, and she had sprung to one side as soon as he had touched her, and another thing, she had worn a pleasant smelling deodorant, sandalwood he guessed, mixing with the candle smoke as they met at the college doorway, but her raw body odour, after they left the river and climbed the tree the second time, reminded him of something from his recent past, something he couldn’t pin down. Then Jennifer’s visage clouded his thoughts, and he heard her laughter echoing in his mind and her voice calling him. “ Jason, Jason my love, where are you?” And he drifted off to sleep .
     
    He dreamed of her that night. She sat on the jetty, brushing her hair with a silver brush as her friends pranced around on the shore and then ran, laughing and shouting through the shallows past them, purposefully splashing Jason, causing Jennifer to laugh. She stood up, her hair a shimmering gown and she held out her arms to him and her smile faded as she said looking through him. “Why did you have to go away, where are you now, can you hear me, Jason, my love, I’m so lonely without you.”
     
    Then she disappeared and Lucas stood there in her place, dressed in black, pointing a finger at him saying over and over, “You cannot marry an elf, you cannot marry an elf, you cannot – you cannot - you ...”
     
    His voice faded into the distance and he saw an image of Jennifer’s saddened features and he heard himself saying, “One day I will return for you, one day…”
     

     
     
    Chapter six.
     
     
    Five years on.
     
    That same year, the earth suffered a great drought after the hot summer and a total lack of rain everywhere. The river by the school dried up, and by the end of autumn water became so scarce that it had to be rationed.
     
    Then the winter turned harsh, with temperatures droppi ng at night to minus 4 0 degrees Celsius, and as if in recompense for the bitter drought, there came the snow, falling continuously on the land in winter - hardly thawing under the grey summer sky - turning everything a ghostly white without the sun to enhance its beauty.
     
    The years passed quickly and a strong bond of friendship formed between Jason, Yvette, Ingrid and John.
     
    Jason did well in his studies as he did in sport. He was no longer a well-built five feet eight inches, he was now six feet two, well-muscled and still growing and he still wore his hair down to his shoulders.
     
    When running or swimming in local sporting events, he always remembered to win by centimetres.
     
    He chose the javelin as his field sport and excelled, and wherever he went outside school hours, the other three went with him.
     
     
     
    Winter