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  Once in a Full Moon

  Ellen Schreiber

  To my dad, who always liked werewolves,

  and to my husband, Eddie, for romantic strolls in the moonlight

  “Beware of a kiss under the full moon.

  It will change your life forever.”

  —Dr. Camille Meadows

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Epigraph

  Chapter One - Harvest Moon

  Chapter Two - Legend’s Run

  Chapter Three - The New Guy in Town

  Chapter Four - Walking with a Werewolf

  Chapter Five - Love and the Library

  Chapter Six - A Penny for Your Thoughts

  Chapter Seven - East Meets West

  Chapter Eight - Rescued

  Chapter Nine - Tall Tales

  Chapter Ten - Athletes and Apologies

  Chapter Eleven - Dare to Party

  Chapter Twelve - Skating Partner

  Chapter Thirteen - Full Moon Kiss

  Chapter Fourteen - Sweet Dreams

  Chapter Fifteen - Sisterly Advice

  Chapter Sixteen - Moonlit Stroll

  Chapter Seventeen - So Many Secrets

  Chapter Eighteen - The Doctor Is In

  Chapter Nineteen - Watching Wolves

  Chapter Twenty - Six Senses

  Chapter Twenty-one - Into the Woods

  Chapter Twenty-two - A Date with a Werewolf

  Chapter Twenty-three - Mr. Worthington

  Chapter Twenty-four - Surprise Visitor

  Chapter Twenty-five - Werewolf Spotting

  Chapter Twenty-six - Missing Pumpkin

  Chapter Twenty-seven - Moonlight Hideaway

  Chapter Twenty-eight - The Wolf Whisperer

  Chapter Twenty-nine - Werewolf TV

  Chapter Thirty - A Night to Remember

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Ellen Schreiber

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Chapter One

  Harvest Moon

  It began underneath the haunting glow of a full moon.

  I was deep within the woods with my boyfriend, Nash, my best friends, Ivy and Abby, and their boyfriends, Jake and Dylan, all of us huddled around a campfire and telling ghost stories. It was unusual for us to venture off into nature, as we spent most of our time in the safety of suburbia. The guys were acting brave, but we girls were cringing with fear. We were totally isolated—no hikers or campers were anywhere in sight. The fire pit and a few flashlights were our only sources of light in the dark night. I was snuggled against Nash, Abby was holding her boyfriend Dylan’s hand, and Jake had his arm around Ivy. The logs crackled and the heat from the fire kept us warm in the crisp, late-autumn air.

  “This is so freaky,” Ivy whispered to me. “I still can’t believe you convinced us to come out here. There isn’t a store for miles.”

  Ivy was out of her element and doing her best to assuage her discomfort by sipping a latte and snuggling up to Jake.

  “If only it wasn’t so dark,” Abby said, stretching out her long, lean legs on a blanket. “We could hike, too.”

  “I can think of better things to do in the dark than hike,” Dylan said, tickling her waist.

  “That’s the whole point,” I said. “Isn’t it more romantic, underneath the moon and stars?”

  With winter approaching, it was only going to become darker and colder, and I wanted to take advantage of being outdoors with my friends.

  “Romantic?” Ivy sighed. “I’m cold, in the middle of nowhere, and frightened to death by these ghost stories. This is your idea of romantic?”

  I didn’t have to respond. She already knew.

  “Of course it is.” Ivy grinned. “Always the dreamer! I guess that’s why you’re my best friend.”

  “Hey!” Abby said, sitting up.

  Ivy and I had been best friends before Abby joined our clique. Sometimes Ivy forgot her manners.

  “I meant to say best friends,” Ivy corrected. “You both are.”

  “Catfight!” Dylan said. “Let me record this.” He brandished his cell, but Abby was over Ivy’s slipup as soon as Ivy gave her an apologetic hug.

  “Anyway,” I said to Abby, excited that I might have stirred up some interest. “Maybe we can come here again during the day for a hike.”

  She gave me two enthusiastic thumbs-up.

  “Let’s get through the next few hours,” Nash said, finishing his s’more, “before we plan on any further ‘Celeste Parker excursions.’”

  Normally I would have rolled my eyes at Nash’s playful jab, but I was grateful that my boyfriend and his posse finally gave in to my suggestion for date night.

  I’d been suggesting outdoor activities that didn’t involve an opposing team or a goalpost for ages. I wasn’t an avid outdoorsy type or anything, but I did prefer to do other things with my friends besides going shopping or watching sports. The reason the guys were game was the promise of food and the potential of scaring three girls to death.

  “Well, I think we should listen to Celeste more often,” Jake said, devouring the last Rice Krispies treat I’d made for our outing.

  My friends acted as if I possessed superpowers for making the simplest of snacks.

  Shadows danced menacingly against the trees. The October night skies of the midwestern town of Legend’s Run were beautiful. Stars glimmered like ten-carat diamonds. I’d have wished on one that this night would never end, but I’d settle for savoring the memories when I recorded these moments in my worn-out spiral notebook journal: the fresh air, my best friends giggling by my side, my date holding my hand.

  Nash squeezed me extra tight. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was truly having fun or if, instead, he was wondering what he was going to gain by agreeing to this experience. He knew better than to press me too hard, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Nash massaged my fingers and wrists and I was in heaven. I returned his smile. It was a spectacular night.

  “This is awesome,” I said. “We must do this again. See? I do have great ideas.”

  “Yes, great,” Nash concurred. Then he whispered so only I could hear: “And we could make this night even greater.”

  Like most girls in Legend’s Run, I’d had a crush on Nash since I could remember. He had handsome good looks and eyes that twinkled, and he possessed an air of confidence that made him stand out among our schoolmates. But behind his charming ways was a hint of insecurity. For me, I was almost as attracted to the possibility that he was not as confident as he appeared as I was to his appearance and his playfulness.

  Nash leaned in for a kiss and I melted against his lips. For a moment I lost track of where we were, until I heard my friends snickering. I lowered my chin and reached up to fix my hair and he reluctantly backed off.

  It was wonderful having my friends around me, and the attention from Nash was flattering. We were finally away from the cheering crowds, girls vying for him, or winning-obsessed coaches who normally surrounded Nash, the star athlete at our school. It was unusual for Nash to be focused on life beyond sports, so I cherished our perfect night together. Feeling like a lone wolf who prefers the companionship of the wolf pack, I felt safe in our clique. I’d never been as happy in our group as I was tonight. I took pride knowing my friends were having fun hanging outside their comfort zone, and I enjoyed knowing Nash wanted to hold me more than a stitched leather ball.

  “This is how it should always be,” Ivy said. “The six of us together.” She raised her latte for a toast. “Forever.”

  We all grabbed our hot coffees and raised them toward the moon.

  “Forever?” Nash groaned. “That’s a long time.”<
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  I wasn’t shaken by his remark. Rather, it stirred something I’d been feeling, too. Was Nash the kind of guy I wanted to be together with forever? Could I really see myself with someone who was usually more devoted to himself and to sports than others, when this is what caused us to be part-time now?

  I gazed at my friends, who seemed so enamored with their dates. I couldn’t imagine anything breaking their bonds. I envied them.

  “Wow—that full moon,” Abby said. “It’s haunting, isn’t it?”

  “Speaking of full moons,” Nash said, hopping to his feet. “It’s my turn to tell a scary story, and this one is real.”

  Nash, handsome with his boyishly beautiful features and muscular build, took center stage behind the fire as if the small flames were footlights. He began telling a story of a werewolf in Legend’s Run in the early 1900s.

  I scooted next to Ivy, who linked her bony arm with mine as if it were a designer purse.

  “Many years ago, as the full moon shown bright,” Nash said with an eerie tone, “the inhabitants of Legend’s Run heard a horrible howling. The cry of the beast wailed throughout the town. As the howling grew closer, children woke up from their sleep, travelers had to control their horses, and homeowners locked their doors. The few brave souls who did venture out to investigate say they witnessed a creature never seen before—a monster standing on two legs, thin as a man, hairy as a dog, with the fangs of a wolf and the eyes of a beast.”

  “Ooh!” Ivy whimpered, hugging my arm.

  Tall tales of werewolves ran rampant for generations in Legend’s Run. It might have been because occasionally a wolf was spotted in the outlying wooded areas and in the early days there wasn’t much else to do but create outlandish stories of their origin. I was a skeptic on rumors; I had the mind-set that I’d have to see it to believe it. To me, there was a big line between fact and fantasy. However, hanging out here in the darkness, anything seemed possible.

  “The creature appeared tormented,” he continued. “It was ready to attack at any moment.” Nash raised his hands as if he were the monster.

  Now I clutched Ivy.

  “This monstrous creature could rip a giant into tiny pieces. His bite was deadly and he could kill without warning. The townspeople tried in vain to capture and kill the monster, but he returned, full moon after full moon. The creature couldn’t be taken down with a gunshot or the threat of fire but instead vanished into the woods.”

  Nash paused. “The townspeople often awoke to find their cattle missing, or in some cases dismembered.”

  “Gross!” Ivy exclaimed.

  Abby let out an audible gasp. “Tell us more!”

  “It was only a matter of time, they feared, before the monster would be coming for them.

  “The residents spent the nights of the full moon living in terror,” he continued, “wondering what—or who—would be the beast’s next victim.”

  “I can’t take any more,” Ivy said, covering her ears.

  The darkness played with our imaginations. I spotted Dylan and Jake eyeing the woods as if every tree hid a stalking werewolf.

  “Some dismissed the witnesses’ accounts as drunken tall tales,” Nash said. “Still others swore there was only one explanation . . .”

  We waited in trembling awe.

  “A citizen of Legend’s Run had become a werewolf,” he concluded in a serious tone.

  His words left us silent.

  Then he said with a deliberate voice, “But which of their neighbors had been overtaken by the glow of the full moon was never discovered.”

  “No—” Abby said.

  “Still, generations later, underneath a full moon, the werewolf can be seen but has never been captured,” Nash instructed. “By day he is an ordinary man, descended from that unlucky citizen of Legend’s Run. But by night and under the curse of the moon, his eyes turn red, his muscles bulge, his teeth grow sharp, and he is covered with fur. A half man, half wolf who is tortured by his condition and threatening to anyone in his path.”

  Then he looked at each one of us. “Could the werewolf of Legend’s Run have been one of your ancestors?” he wondered out loud.

  The firelight cast ominous shadows against Nash’s face, distorting his normally perfect features. His nose seemed as long as a warlock’s, his ears pointy, his hair savagely spiky. His hazel eyes appeared fiery red.

  He glared at us again. “Which one of us could be the Legend’s Run werewolf’s descendant?”

  “Not me!” Abby blurted out.

  Just then a gruesome howl was heard off in the distance.

  Startled, I squeezed Ivy’s hand. She let out a scream.

  “Nash! You’re scaring us!” Ivy charged.

  “He’s just fooling around,” Jake assured.

  Even Nash appeared startled. His eyes darted away from us. We heard the wailing again.

  “I guess that could be your mom?” Dylan joked.

  But Nash wasn’t laughing.

  Wolves weren’t prone to approaching people or populated campsites, but it was dark, we had food, and we were closer to their homes than ours. I didn’t want us to be the ones who proved the naturalists wrong.

  “Don’t worry, the fire will keep them away,” Jake said.

  “But our food won’t,” Abby said.

  She was right. We had half-eaten s’mores, potato chips, and popcorn. It wasn’t a good idea to possess food when hungry animals were in the vicinity.

  “Toss everything into the fire,” Jake commanded.

  We quickly threw our remaining snacks into the flames, hoping to throw off the scent.

  Ivy, Abby, and I glanced around us. All we could see was darkness and the formidable, looming trees.

  When we turned back, Nash was gone.

  “Nash?” I called.

  There was no answer.

  “Quit kidding!” Abby said.

  “He’s trying to prank us,” Jake said. “I told you.”

  “Nash?” Ivy called.

  The howling grew louder.

  “This isn’t funny, Nash!” Ivy said, her voice quivering.

  “We’d better get to the cars,” Abby said.

  “And leave him here?” I asked.

  “We don’t even know where he is,” Ivy said.

  “What if something happened to him?” I wondered. “We can’t leave.”

  “We are better off getting our cars and going for help,” Dylan said.

  How could we abandon Nash? What if he was hurt? What if he was lost?

  Dylan and Jake extinguished the fire with the surrounding dirt. We stood in total darkness. Just then we heard a howl again.

  “Celeste, we have to go,” Jake said.

  “You said it yourself,” I began. “It could be a prank.”

  “Then where is his video camera?” Abby said.

  Dylan turned his flashlight on and pointed the beam around the area. We couldn’t see anything but trees.

  Jake pulled out his cell phone and called Nash. We waited for the sound of ringing, but all we heard was another howl.

  “It went to voice mail,” Jake finally said.

  We hurried through the forest path, our flashlights illuminating the way.

  The farther away from our campfire we were, the more nervous I became. I was upset to leave Nash behind.

  “What if it’s true?” Abby said. “What if a werewolf got him and now he’s coming for us?”

  We ran as fast as we could over dirt, roots, and fallen leaves. We finally reached the entrance to the woods where our cars were parked.

  A figure was sitting inside Nash’s car. We paused. We crept toward the car, Dylan and Jake leading the way.

  The door opened and out popped Nash. I had to admit I was relieved, until he displayed a cheesy smirk.

  The group laughed at his joke, now comforted that we’d found our friend. Jake high-fived him. But I wasn’t so proud. I noticed beads of sweat dotting his brow. He appeared shaky.

  Dylan wasn’t
as quick to give Nash props, either. “Hey, you left two guys alone in the woods with three girls. I think the joke’s on you.”

  “Not so fast . . .” Nash took my hand, protecting his turf. “It was just a prank.”

  But I knew better.

  We all hugged good-bye, and each couple got into their separate vehicles.

  As Nash turned on the ignition of his car, his hands were still shaking. Nash had frightened himself—by his own story and by the timely howling animal. I slunk into the passenger seat and put on a brave face to mask my disappointment in my boyfriend’s cowardice.

  “You really had them fooled,” I said flatly. “More so than you think.”

  Chapter Two

  Legend’s Run

  I’d lived my seventeen years in Legend’s Run in an average American four-bedroom house with my “still married” parents and snotty older sister, Juliette. I had a decent upbringing in Legend’s Run and didn’t have too many complaints about the town except that it was full of social tension from being divided into two parts—the affluent suburbs on the east side and the blue-collar, rural town on the west. The Eastside was built up with new developments and rolling estates, while the Westside, or Riverside, was more agricultural. The Eastsiders felt their new homes were superior to the country homes, and the Riversiders resented that cornfields and silos were giving way to concrete driveways and street lamps. Each community had its own elementary schools, but all the students were combined at middle school. In high school, each side was reluctant to mix with the other out of pride, ignorance, or habit. The two sides were labeled by opposing student groups as either “snobs” or “hicks,” though the truth was that neither label was entirely accurate. I smiled at everyone because it was the right thing to do. In addition, I always believed it took more energy for the two sides to stay apart than it would for them to finally come together.