Magic of the Moonlight

by Ellen Schreiber

  Dedication

  To my mom and my husband, with all my love

  Epigraph

  “Beware of a bite under a full moon.

  It will complicate your love life.”

  —Dr. Camille Meadows

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  ONE - a werewolf among us

  TWO - seeking solutions

  THREE - party with a werewolf

  FOUR - freaky fortunes

  FIVE - forecasts and flowers

  SIX - wolf calls

  SEVEN - father’s arrival

  EIGHT - turning

  NINE - lycan lunch

  TEN - wild thing

  ELEVEN - willow park

  TWELVE - catfight

  THIRTEEN - something blue

  FOURTEEN - a new nightmare

  FIFTEEN - the cure

  SIXTEEN - in the company of wolves

  SEVENTEEN - aftermath

  EIGHTEEN - moonlight dance

  NINETEEN - magic of the moonlight

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Ellen Schreiber

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  ONE

  a werewolf among us

  It was official. I was in love with a werewolf.

  As extraordinary as that sounded, I was coming to terms with the fact that my heart and soul had been taken by Brandon Maddox. He was a hot and handsome Westsider in a town that favored the east, and under the glow of a full moon he would turn into a creature of the moonlight.

  It was several days since I’d first kissed Brandon in his werewolf form. The kiss was breathtaking and magical and I couldn’t think of anything else. The March weather was still cool and crisp, and I was heading from the school library over to the gym after school to meet my best friends, Ivy and Abby, who were watching their boyfriends, Dylan and Jake, and my former boyfriend, Nash, at basketball practice. I must have been smiling, still thinking about Brandon’s lips, when I caught up to the girls sitting on the bleachers.

  “You are back together!” Ivy said. “For good this time!”

  “Back together with who?” I asked. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  Ivy pulled a face. “Don’t be sneaky. With Nash, silly!”

  The whistle blew and the guys headed to the fountain for water.

  I thought this was the perfect time to confess to my closest friends about my relationship with Brandon. I hadn’t told them before for several reasons. One, he was from the wrong side of town and, therefore, an outsider, and two, they thought it was cool that we three best friends were dating guys who were also best friends. And since I had crushed out on Nash for a long time, I knew I’d been lucky to go out with him. The only problem was that there was something missing between us, and that something—love—I’d seemed to find with Brandon Maddox.

  Since Brandon had found Abby’s missing dog, an act that had obviously gotten him on Abby’s good side, I was hoping my friends might be receptive to my confession about dating the transfer student. Ready to break the news, I leaned in close to my friends when two strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I noticed a familiar class ring glistening against my pale pink sweater. It was the ring my former boyfriend Nash had worn since freshman year—the one he recently tried to give me, and the one I had seen on the hand holding a flashlight when I was in the woods with Brandon as he changed into a werewolf.

  “And here he is,” Ivy said as the guys joined us on the bleachers. “Your boyfriend.”

  “I was telling them before practice about how we got back together,” Nash said, scooting in next to me, hot and sweaty from practice. “Officially.”

  Nash was gorgeous. His chin was rugged and his perfect complexion radiated. His sandy hair was messy in a good way. He had the kind of smile that made a girl want to kiss him, and eyes that let on that many had.

  “But that’s not—” I began, but Nash put his finger over my lips.

  “I was telling them that you saw the error of your ways,” he said smoothly. “And under the moonlight, with the full moon glowing, that something changed drastically.” He shot me an all-knowing glance.

  “So now we’ll continue to be a happy sixsome,” Ivy said. “Forever.”

  My stomach turned. I wanted to tell Ivy that I was in love with Brandon. But with Nash alluding to Brandon’s changing into a werewolf, it would have to wait. It was one thing to get them to accept me dating a Westsider, but I couldn’t imagine what they’d say to my dating a werewolf. We grabbed our things, and the guys began escorting us to the gymnasium exit.

  I hung back and signaled Nash to do the same. Ivy and Abby winked as if they expected I was requesting canoodling time from him.

  “This is how you want us to get back together?” I asked quietly when the rest were out of earshot. “By extorting me? You’ll tell them about Brandon if I don’t pretend you and I have reunited?”

  “It’s for your own safety,” he said. “You know what I saw. As if it’s not enough that he’s from the Westside—I saw what happened!”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

  “I was there, Celeste. I’m doing this for your own good. A werewolf in this town wouldn’t go over very well. I could have him locked up in a nuthouse.”

  “Shh!” I scolded. “He’s not a nut!”

  “There is something wrong with that dude! I can’t believe you like him,” he said fervently. Then his eyes softened. “I can’t stand by and watch you hanging out with a monster, Celeste. What would you do in my situation? I don’t want him to hurt you. Don’t you understand?”

  Nash’s tone was sincere and his true caring warmed my heart. I knew that I’d be concerned, too, if I saw someone I had affection for standing next to a werewolf. Nash having this compassion made me feel good, but he was going about it in the wrong way.

  “Brandon is a great guy,” I said. “No one needs to protect me from him.”

  Nash’s lips tensed. “Listen—I was there.” He faced me squarely, his brow furrowed in anger. “I saw what happened. He’s not normal, Celeste. You have to know that.” Nash was adamant in trying to convince me. “He is dangerous.”

  “That’s not true. He’s really just the opposite.”

  “He’s an animal. I saw it for myself.”

  Nash was such a hypocrite sometimes. “Then why did you run?” I asked. “If you were so afraid for me, why did you take off and leave me alone with him?” I started off for my friends when he caught up to me.

  “I’m here now,” he said softly. His declaration was very enticing. Nash wasn’t angry anymore, but instead I could see fear in his eyes at the path I was choosing. He was caring and concerned for real. Beyond a guy trying to get a girl—but in this case a friend trying to help a friend. “I’m not leaving until you promise not to see him.” Nash wasn’t bullying me. He was instead talking to me like a friend or a big brother. I was touched by his concern but struggled with him asking me to abandon Brandon, the one I loved.

  “I can’t,” I said.

  Nash folded his arms in disgust. “Then I have no choice.” He headed off to catch up with our clique.

  This time I caught up to him and faced him squarely. “You are my friend, Nash,” I said, feeling short of breath. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “Because I am your friend. And friends look out for each other.”

  “Not like this. If you plan to extort me,” I countered, “then I’ll go ahead and tell them I’m dating Brandon now myself.” I began to march over toward Ivy and Abby when I felt my backpack tugged and I was stop
ped in my tracks.

  Nash glared at me with vengeance. “Then you are forcing me to do something I wasn’t going to do,” he said boldly. “I’m going to tell them what I saw. Brandon changed into a freaking were—”

  “Shh!” I said, waving my hand in front of his mouth.

  My friends were waiting by the gym door. I imagined Nash storming over to them and dropping the bombshell on them.

  Dating Brandon wasn’t something I’d be able to deny. I was lousy at lying. For one thing, I had an ultrastrong conscience, and two, my face would flush and my upper lip would quiver, immediately giving me away. It might be hard for my friends to be convinced that Brandon was a real werewolf, but they wouldn’t be able to get over my dating him for the past few months and not telling them myself.

  “Give me a little more time,” I said to Nash.

  I knew I wasn’t about to stop dating Brandon and start seeing Nash again, but I had to buy myself more time before Nash told everyone Brandon was a werewolf.

  The handsome jock smiled winningly. “I’ll show you how things will be different,” he said genuinely. “How they should have been all along.”

  For a moment, I wondered what it would be like if Nash changed. I imagined him helping decorate the halls at Pine Tree Village Retirement Community, walking in Willow Park together under the moonlight, or arriving at my home with a bouquet of flowers. It would have been what I’d wanted from Nash if he was up for the change, but his romantic declarations had come too late.

  I raced over to Ivy and Abby and opened the gym door. We could see the main entrance and parking lot. The guys, still hot from their practice game, embraced the chilly air.

  If anyone was going to tell Ivy and Abby about my seeing Brandon, it was going to be me. And I didn’t want anyone knowing about his transformation.

  Brandon had unknowingly forced Nash to become the person I’d wanted Nash to be several months ago. If Nash had paid this much attention to me when we were dating, I’d never have been interested in anyone else. But his romantic behavior was happening a full moon too late. I knew it would be easier to take the road with the basketball player than the one with the werewolf, but I had to be true to myself. I was captivated, compelled, and perhaps under a spell. But whatever that spell was, it had the face of Brandon, by day or by full moonlight.

  “Look!” Ivy said, pointing to Brandon’s Jeep. A wig and costume were lying on the hood of his truck. On the driver’s-side door was painted the word WOLFMAN. “Brandon was that werewolf all along,” Ivy continued, referring to a masked werewolf that had been terrorizing the town. In fact, that phony werewolf had been Nash, but no one else except me knew who the werewolf had really been.

  I looked at Nash, who shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not a vandal,” he said defensively.

  “Brandon was the werewolf?” Abby said. “That’s odd. He always sits in the back of class so quietly. He doesn’t seem the type to run around town for attention.”

  “But remember when he stood by the classroom window when the wolves came to school and he psychically made them run off?” Jake said. “Pretty freaky!”

  “Maybe he really is a wolfman,” Ivy teased.

  “I guess he was playing a joke on us,” Dylan said. “Moving to this new town—maybe he thinks we are fools.”

  “You think he was the one playing tricks?” Nash asked us all. It was as if he was longing to tell them his secret, too.

  “We didn’t have any werewolf spottings until he came here,” Ivy pointed out.

  “And he did put that Vulcan mind meld on those wolves at school,” Jake stressed again.

  “I’m not so sure,” Abby said. “It seems too convenient that he’d just put the costume on his own car. Why would he do that?”

  “Why do you think he wouldn’t?” Dylan said, almost challenging. “I don’t know why you are defending him. He’s the one who jumped out at you in that stupid outfit and scared the life out of you.”

  “I’m not. It just doesn’t make sense.”

  “Well, why would he run around town dressed as a werewolf in the first place?” Ivy posed. “A cry for help? He wears those fingerless gloves. He eats like a pig. He’s weird. But the good news is it’s over now. We’re all safe. I’m really glad to know it was just a lame joke.”

  “But it still surprises me that he’d be the one to jump out at me like he did,” Abby said. “He’s usually so quiet in school.”

  “Well, at least we don’t have a werewolf running around Legend’s Run anymore,” Ivy said.

  “Or do we?” Jake growled, and tickled her tiny waist.

  “Yes, it’s over now,” Nash said, glaring at me.

  This was the moment. I couldn’t watch Brandon be a punch line to the students’ very unpractical jokes anymore. I needed to declare my love for Brandon. And if Nash decided to tell them what he saw, then so be it. I’d tell them he was pranking them and see whose story was more believable.

  I looked intently at my friends. “I have something to tell you,” I said bravely.

  Just then I caught sight of Brandon walking to his Jeep. His dark hair flopped with his long and sexy stride. He stopped suddenly when he spotted the werewolf costume lying on the hood. He glanced around and then noticed us standing outside the gymnasium. He seemed to be staring right at me; his gaze lingered. I felt his disappointment, and I was deeply saddened.

  He picked up the costume and tossed it in a nearby garbage can.

  Even from my vantage point, I could sense his pain and disgust. He knew who had been wearing the costume—the handsome guy standing beside me.

  I lurched forward to go to Brandon, but Nash grabbed my wrist. His grip was strong; I couldn’t have wiggled free if my life depended on it. My heart raced, seeing Brandon there—having to fight against the moonlight and the sunlight—alone. His loneliness was palpable to me. He was so gorgeous—he should be the star of Legend’s Run High School instead of the misfit.

  Was this going to be my life? Hopelessly in love with a guy who was a werewolf, and not able to be with him at school because of my friends? And was Nash going to make me keep my relationship from them so he wouldn’t reveal Brandon’s lycan secret?

  I contemplated my own integrity. I didn’t want to melt under peer pressure, but losing all of my friends and making Brandon’s life here at Legend’s Run even lonelier made this a difficult decision. I was always the rational person, the problem solver who laid out all her options before jumping into anything difficult.

  However, there had been one time in my life when I didn’t heed warnings or act thoughtfully instead of emotionally—that moment when the full moon was bursting and I was dying to kiss Brandon Maddox.

  Brandon had changed into a werewolf, but I had changed, too. And I wasn’t sure who I was becoming. Stuck in the middle of two good things—both with major downsides. As if high school wasn’t challenging enough.

  “We’ve got to go,” Dylan said, giving Abby a good-bye smooch.

  “Thanks for hanging out,” Jake said to Ivy.

  She kissed him and gave him a tight squeeze.

  Nash lingered for a moment. I think he sensed I wasn’t about to kiss him, so he just said, “Remember what we talked about,” and started back to the gymnasium.

  We girls huddled together and made our way to our cars.

  “Let’s all go to the mall,” Ivy said. “We can grab some pizza at the food court.”

  “Maybe I’ll catch up to you guys later.” I couldn’t think of eating—my stomach still felt pained having watched Brandon being harassed. “I’ve got a few things I have to do.”

  “What could be more important than being with us?” Ivy asked as she got into her SUV.

  “Only one thing,” I mumbled under my breath. I jumped into my car and headed straight for Brandon’s.

  When I got to Brandon’s grandparents’ house, I found him outside his guesthouse, crouching down by his Jeep with a hose, a bucketful of soapy water, and a rag. He was begi
nning to wipe off the word WOLFMAN from the side of his Jeep.

  I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure how Brandon would react to me.

  He spotted me, and for a moment I sensed his pain. I knew he loved that Jeep and took great care of it. I also knew that it must be horrible to have your property and name defamed in front of the entire school.

  However, his royal blue eyes bore through me, and I saw a hint of a smile. I felt the sadness wash away and was exhilarated in his presence.

  “I can help you with that,” I said, walking to him.

  “No, that’s okay,” he said, standing up. “It needed to be washed anyway.”

  I took the rag from his hand and began to wash away the letter W. The paint was pretty thick, and it took some muscle to get rid of it.

  “Fortunately the morons didn’t use spray paint,” he said. “It’s just like paint you’d find in art class.”

  “Nash didn’t do this,” I said. “He might have left the costume there—he’s a prankster—but not a vandal.”

  “So? Why should that make me feel better?” He took the rag from me and began washing it himself.

  “I didn’t mean to defend him. I just wanted you to know.”

  He didn’t respond but kept on scrubbing.

  “I want to tell them,” I began. “I want to tell my friends how I feel about you.”

  Brandon was surprised. He wiped his hands off with a dry rag. “About us?”

  “Yes,” I said. “And if they don’t like it, then they’re not true friends, right?”

  “Well, I can see Nash not liking it.”

  I cracked a smile then, too.

  He took my sudsy hands and began to dry them with the rag. It was relaxing as he attended to me by rubbing my hands with the cloth, and I stared blissfully up at his gorgeous face.