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

ones that can keep a secret, for, if our people learn of this then elves world-wide will come running to our shores and betray our presence to the humans, and you know how suspicious and mistrusting some of them are, they tried to outlaw us once until we convinced them of our non-existence.”
     
    Jennifer looked to her mother. “How do I do this, I am but a girl and how will I know this man who is not a man? I know nobody of the were-people, but I saw so meone in a vision just now. It wa s someone who I feel a great longing for. Is he the one, did you see him too?”
     
    Her mother took her hand and her voice filled with sadness as she spoke, “Yes, I did, and you do know him. We met him five years ago in the town at the shoe shop, and then you met by the ford, father saw him as he ran away , his name is Jason Longfellow.”
     
    She reached out and stroked her daughter’s cheek, her eyes glistened as she spoke, “You unwittingly placed your mark upon him and out of fear for his life his step-parents sent him away to a school in South Wales . You must go there, but don’t worry, I will guide you. My task is easier than yours, for I, together with your father, must raise an army of elves and join you when you discover Chanteline’s whereabouts. It seems a time of war is once again upon us.”
     
    Jennifer embraced her mother. “I say without fear that my heart belongs to Jason Longfellow, Mother, and I am aware we will never be a pair. Nevertheless, my heart aches for him. I see him in my dreams every night. I didn’t know then that he was of the were-people, but I would not change a thing.”
     
    “Yes, you touched his flesh, you are joined to him, but don’t be sad or angry, it was the prophecies doing, but beware of your proximity.”
     
    Helga spoke, her eyes were closed and her arms outstretched as she swayed gently from side to side, her voice rang out, “This Jason has three close friends, they will go with him willingly,” she paused and opened her eyes, her voice now soft but with a trace of sadness, “I see much death in this undertaking, Lavendel. You must take your bow and your sword with you, you have already proven yourself. I shall be watching, now prepare yourself for your journey.”
     

     
     
    Chapter eight.
     
     
    John.
     
    Jason laid down his pen as he heard a knock on his door, “Come in!”
     
    He looked up at John who was wearing his sunglasses more often than usual, and he wondered if he slept in them. “Hello, Jason, care for a game of chess?”
     
    “Not at the moment, John, I have a lot to read, I have my finals tomorrow.”
     
    “Do you mind if I borrow your Grays Anatomy? I’ll read it here, as it’s quite old and I don’t want to damage it or something.”
     
    “Yes, of course, John. Oh, I’m not sure if it is still there, Henrietta Morgenstern borrowed it last week and I’m not sure if she returned it to its right place; third shelf from the top and fourth book from the right.”
     
    “Don’t worry, Jason, I’ll find it if it is there.” He walked over to the large bookcase, packed with several hundred books of all sorts, fiction and non-fiction, which were mostly medical books concerning Vetinary procedures that Jason had collected over the years, paid for from his allowance that the Longfellow’s sent him every month.
     
    Jason wondered what it was this time. His wish was to be a Vetinary surgeon one day, but John was studying ancient history, so what he wanted with a book on anatomy was beyond him. He was probably feeling lonely, poor chap.
     
    It seemed to Jason that he was John’s only companion, though he had seen him just the once, and recently, conversing in a secretive manner on the edge of the woods with a female dressed in black, and he was certain it was the same female he saw as he first arrived here.
     
    It wasn’t that John was unpopular, a bully for instance, no, it appeared he just preferred Jason’s company. As for Jason, he was