Magic of the Moonlight: A Full Moon Novel (12 page)

FIFTEEN

the cure

M
oonlight Dance flyers and signs were posted all around the school. The annual dance welcomed in the beginning of spring and was an event every student hoped to attend.

I was eyeing a poster while I was waiting to meet Ivy and Abby after class and dreaming of what it would be like to be Brandon’s date. He’d wear a stunning sport coat, and I’d wear a tea-length dress that shimmered like diamonds. Everyone would watch us dance together as the moonlight shined above.

Then I realized—the moonlight. I pulled out my calendar and frantically flipped through the pages. And there it was—staring at me in the face—
FULL MOON
. Brandon would be a werewolf that night. My heart plummeted to my shoes.

Suddenly someone tweaked my sides and I screamed.

“You are so easily spooked!” Nash said.

“Uh . . . I was just . . .”

“Thinking about the dance?”

“Uh . . . I guess.”

“I was, too. And I wanted to know if you’d be my date.”

I was shocked. I certainly didn’t think he’d ask me, knowing I had feelings for Brandon. And I assumed he would be taking Heidi Rosen.

“I figured you wouldn’t be going with you-know-who,” he said, “being that it will be a full moon and all. Do you already have a date?”

Nash had me trapped. Brandon hadn’t even asked me yet. I didn’t know what to say. “Well . . . uh . . . no,” I said truthfully. “But—”

“Great, then you’ll go with me,” he said triumphantly.

Before I could stop him, Nash kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’ll get tickets,” and took off down the hall.

I was left standing there, dumbfounded, when Ivy and Abby arrived.

“Well, then everything will be back to normal,” Ivy said when I told her what happened.

Even though we were fine, she still longed for us to remain a sixsome—the original sixsome.

“I’m not so sure. I really wanted to go with Brandon.” I was relieved I no longer had to hide my affection for the Westsider from my friends and was happy to admit the truth to them, even if I’d gotten myself in a jam.

“Did Brandon ask you?” Abby wondered excitedly.

“No,” I said. “The signs were just posted. It’s his first year here—so he wouldn’t even know about the dance.”

“Well, it seems to me that you’re in quite a pickle!” Abby said.

Brandon caught up to me after fifth bell. He seemed really excited about something. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said brightly. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather be doing than be with Brandon, and anything could be put off till later to make that happen.

We stepped into an empty alcove next to the library.

“I saw the signs about a Moonlight Dance coming up,” he said.

“Oh?” I said.

“I wanted to check with you—before anyone else had a chance to ask you. You can say no—since I’m a Westsider and all,” he said with a cute smile, “but would you want to go to the Moonlight Dance with me?”

“I’d love to!” I blurted out.

“Great!” he said.

“But there’s one problem,” we both said in unison.

We both laughed.

“You first,” he said. Brandon gazed down at me lovingly.

“No, you,” I said.

“It will be a full moon—” he began.

“I know.”

“But . . . I’m hoping my dad will have sent me the antidote by then. And we’ll be good to go.”

“Oh . . . okay.”

“Now what is your problem?” he asked me.

“Uh . . .” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the Nash situation.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I don’t have anything to wear!”

After school, Ivy, Abby, and I went to the mall in search of dresses for the Moonlight Dance. My friends were thrilled to have any excuse to shop.

“So, Celeste, you can buy one dress to wear for Nash and one to wear for Brandon,” Abby teased.

“Maybe you should pick Nash,” Ivy said. “Maybe it will rekindle your feelings for him again.”

Abby and Ivy found tons of dresses to try on while I still sifted through the racks trying to find one that I thought might look all right.

“At least pick something,” Ivy said.

I saw a teal blue dress with a thin black belt. It was gorgeous. Then I noticed the price. My heart almost burst through my chest.

“I can wear one of Juliette’s,” I said.

“Whatever!” Ivy took the dress from my hand and somehow managed to drape it over her other ones and teetered her way to the dressing room.

I reluctantly followed behind.

Abby modeled a lavender strapless while Ivy posed in a blue dress. I could see my two friends looked amazing as I peered from my dressing-room door.

“Come on over here!” Abby said.

I tiptoed out in my bare feet.

“You look gorgeous!” Abby shouted.

“You have to buy it!” Ivy cheered.

“So, you’ll wear this with Nash,” Ivy said.

“I think it will match Brandon’s eyes,” Abby said.

I imagined my old self, happy that Nash was paying me so much attention and generously making all efforts to be there for me. And I imagined my new self with Brandon, happier than I’d ever been—but torn for the guy who had to hide from a full moon.

The one thing I couldn’t have imagined was the predicament I was in now. Movie or TV stars might have these problems, but not someone like me.

It was a week before the dance and Nash appeared to be feeling great. His bandage and stitches were removed and he was able to play baseball. He showed off his scar, while Brandon continued to hide his under his fingerless gloves. I was relieved that my former boyfriend seemed not only back to normal but was more enthusiastic and happy than I’d seen him in months. I tried to tell him about Brandon and the dance, but every time I broached the subject, he either dismissed it or changed the topic. I wasn’t sure if maybe he already knew and was just trying to avoid the situation.

Nash was my friend—and my first boyfriend—and I wasn’t the type to feel good when hurting others. I wanted to proceed with caution in telling him. Nash was more focused on me than when we dated. He made a point to ignore Heidi Rosen and was attentive toward me. I had to wait for the right moment to convince him I would be attending the dance with Brandon.

“You have to come over,” Brandon said one day after school.

His tone was urgent and emphatic. I was nervous about what could be so important that Brandon would have me come over immediately.

When I arrived at his guesthouse, Brandon didn’t even kiss me, but instead, enthusiastically led me to his desk. An open shipping box was sitting on it, with brown mailing paper lying next to it. The postmark was from Geneva.

“Here it is,” he said.

“What is it?”

“The antidote.” He led me over to the desk.

“You’re kidding!”

“No,” he said, pleased.

“What do you do with it?” I asked. I didn’t touch the small, oil-filled vial but rather examined it from a safe distance.

He took it out of the box. “I drink it.”

“It doesn’t look like it would taste very good.”

“I guess not,” he said with a laugh.

“So, when do you take it?”

“Just as the sun sets on the next full moon,” he said, placing it back in the box.

“This is great news!”

“Yes. Then we can go to the dance the following night.”

“And we can date at school!”

We embraced. He picked me up and swung me around.

“So how did Nash react when you told him you were going with me?”

“Uh . . .” I said as I got my bearings.

“You haven’t told him yet?” he asked.

“I’ve been trying to—”

“You have to tell him,” he said.

“I know,” I said, ashamed of myself.

“Do you want me to tell him?” he asked, towering over me.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

“I figured not,” he said with a clever grin.

He took my hand and led me back to the vial.

“There is one issue, however. My dad says the antidote hasn’t been tested on humans. Well . . . for obvious reasons. He doesn’t know any other werewolves.”

“I guess not.”

“Since it hasn’t been tested, he says there is a small chance . . . that it will have the opposite outcome.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“There is a small chance that it can make me a werewolf full-time.”

“That’s a huge risk!” I said.

“I wanted you to know.”

“So you could be a werewolf under any moon?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“What will you do?” I asked.

“I don’t know. What would you do?”

I wondered what I’d do. Of course, I wouldn’t want to be a werewolf even three times a month—so I surely wouldn’t want to be one every night. But Brandon? I wasn’t sure what to tell him I’d do.

“I don’t know. . . .” I said. “I really don’t know.”

“On the one hand, there’s the chance I can be normal,” he pondered. “And we could be together. On the other, I could never be normal and we could . . .”

I gazed at him.
Never have a future together?
I thought. “It is a decision you have to make, Brandon,” I said, hugging him and trying to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. “I’ll support you either way.”

The following morning at school, I approached Nash. I knew he was going to be hurt and upset when I told him I wouldn’t be able to go with him to the Moonlight Dance—and instead would be showing up with Brandon. But I had to tell him and this time let nothing get in my way.

“I need to talk to you,” I said, finding him as he headed toward baseball practice.

“Me too,” he said. He shot me a sexy stare and leaned on his bat. “I heard you got your dress with Ivy and Abby.”

“They told you?” I asked. I assumed my friends wouldn’t blab the information about their dresses to the guys—but mine? This was going to be even harder than I thought.

“Uh-huh. I know you are going to look gorgeous.”

“Well . . . I have to tell you something about the dance.”

“It’s weird,” he interrupted, “but since I got that bite, I feel so different. I feel more alive. Things taste better, I can see better. I have more energy—and I had enough before. It’s like I see the world differently. Fresh. New. Maybe it’s one of those near-death experiences.”

“Well, I’m not sure how you are going to see this.”

“What?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you about the dance. When you asked me . . . I didn’t have the chance to tell you because you ran off so quickly.”

His jovial mood quickly changed. “You’re going with Brandon,” he said suddenly.

I was surprised he knew. “Did Ivy and Abby tell you?”

“They didn’t have to. I can see it in your face.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you, Nash, honestly. But it seemed like you didn’t want to listen to me.”

“So you are ditching me for him?”

“I never said ‘yes.’ You ran off, and it became a misunderstanding. I’ve been trying to tell you ever since.”

Nash tapped the top of his bat, frustrated. “He’s going to be a werewolf this weekend. Not only are you going to show up with a Westsider—but a werewolf?”

“Shh,” I said. “He’s not going to be one. His father sent him a cure.”

“A cure?” he said. “Are you crazy? He can’t be cured. I saw him—he’s a circus freak!”

“He is not,” I argued. “He’s a really kind person. He saved you, don’t you remember?”

Nash turned red and got in my face. “Be my guest, Celeste. You could go with me, your first boyfriend, who is one of the most popular guys in this school.” Then he looked at me intently. “A guy who is in love with you.”

I was surprised by Nash’s confession and left speechless. His words were kind but ultimately too late. When I didn’t respond, his mood suddenly changed. “Or you could show up with a two-bit loner hick who’s a werewolf.”

I was shocked by his sudden outburst. I figured Nash would be angry, but I wasn’t prepared for him to spew such venom.

“In fact, I’d rather not go with you,” he said indignantly. “If that’s your taste in men? I wouldn’t want you liking me.”

He placed his bat over his shoulder, turned, and walked away.

I was stunned. I knew he’d be mad, but I didn’t know he’d be cruel.

As I watched my former boyfriend storm off to the field, I thought about what he’d just said. In the mix of his hatred, he had told me that he loved me. After all this time of dating him, Nash Hamilton was finally in love with me. And now I was in love with a werewolf.

SIXTEEN

in the company of wolves

I
was on my way to meet Brandon at Willow Park. Brandon planned to take the antidote just before sunset, and he wanted to celebrate with a date by the lake. I tried to convince him he might need time to recover from the serum, but he insisted he wanted to meet me by the shimmering water with a full moon glowing and him being his normal human self.

As I sat on the bench and watched the sun set, I imagined how nervous he must be, taking the serum by himself and not knowing if his body would respond well or if it would cause him a permanent lycan condition.

I was camped out by the lake when I felt the prickly sensation of being watched. I looked around and saw a figure standing a few yards away from me in the woods.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to be waiting alone in the park, but since it was warmer, there were more people milling about. Then I noticed that most were heading home for dinner.

“Brandon?” I asked.

But no one responded.

I thought it might be best to get to my car, so I quickly rose when the figure stepped out of the brush.

I was surprised when I saw it was Nash approaching me from the woods.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I wanted to see you.” Nash was sincere, but now wasn’t the time for a long talk. Brandon would be here soon.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“Ivy told me. I felt weird all day. I wanted you to know. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said. “I understand. I would be mad, too.”

But Nash was as candid and gentle as I’d ever seen him.

“I said some awful things. I wanted to tell you that.”

The sun was setting behind him. The sky was beautiful, with different shades of pink and purple.

“It’s okay,” I said.

“No. Brandon saved me that night—and I was really mean.”

“But you did say one nice thing,” I said.

“Yes, I did,” he said with a glint in his eye. “I guess I just said it too late.”

We stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say next.

As the darkness fell and the full moonlight began to glow, I stared up at my former boyfriend as he gazed down at me. He smiled a sweet smile. Then suddenly his bright expression turned sour.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Nash’s face looked strained, and then suddenly he fell to his knees.

“Nash!” I exclaimed.

He grabbed his stomach as if he was in severe pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

He gripped the grass like he was holding on for his life. He arched his back and then leaned back on his knees. He pulled his shirt off over his head.

“I’m freaking hot!” he shouted.

“Oh no!” I said.

Nash jumped up and kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his tube socks.

“No, Nash! No!” I yelled as I watched in horror.

Nash was standing in his cargo shorts. He breathed deeply and when he exhaled, out came mist like it was wintertime—only the air outside was at least sixty degrees.

“Nash—” I said. “This can’t be happening!”

“What is wrong with me?” he said. “I’m burning up!”

“It might just be a fever.” I tried to reassure him and myself.

I was afraid of what was happening to him. It couldn’t be. Not two guys in Legend’s Run. This had to be something different. He had to just be having a spring fever. Or so I hoped.

Then Nash’s eyes turned a piercing blue gray, and I knew it was worse than spring fever. He stumbled into the woods.

“Nash—” I called. “Nash.”

I couldn’t find him. The brush was thick, and with new leaves and buds sprouting, it was hard to see.

I heard Nash yell.

“Nash,” I called back. “I’ll get help!”

Then I heard a maddening howl.

I was so frightened. I covered my ears.

“Not again!” I yelled to the moon.

Nash stepped out from behind a tree. His eyes were a sharp blue gray, and his sandy-blond hair was shoulder length. His chest was chiseled and coated with a layer of blond hair that also covered his arms and legs. His face sported blond sideburns, and his chin was covered with flaxen hair.

I was stunned at how handsome and riveting he appeared but scared by his transformation. Then he snarled, and wolf fangs caught the light of the full moon.

Frightened, I retreated. “I have to go get help,” I said.

I inched back, but he wasn’t about to let me out of his sight. I felt like prey, the way he watched me, his eyes glued to me like he was a hunter.

Nash breathed heavily. And paced, slowly like a wolf—all the while his blue-gray gaze locked on me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

I wasn’t sure if Nash knew who I was or what had just happened.

When Brandon had first transformed, he wasn’t aware of what was going on. But Nash seemed to be stalking me. I continued to step back, not wanting to stay in the woods alone with him in this condition.

I wanted to run, but Nash was a star athlete on a good day. Now he’d be twice as fast. My only hope was to trick him. I started forward, then lurched back and ran. Nash had done this a million times, and I learned his fake-out from the football field. There was no way to outrun him, but I had to at least get a head start.

I screamed as I raced as fast as I could. The parking lot was far away, but the lake glistened only a few dozen yards from us. I was quaking as I tore down the hill.

I could feel his breath on my neck. I knew any minute he’d be on my back. It was only a few feet more to reach the lake when I felt his hand on my shoulder and I went down with a thud.

For a moment I was stunned. When I got my bearings, two blue-gray eyes were staring into mine. Nash was leaning over me, blocking me from getting up. He growled, bearing the fangs of a wolf. And I knew I was in danger.

He leaned farther into me and drew his fangs up the nape of my neck, sliding them up as if they were a knife. I didn’t feel pain—just the threat of it. Then he took his finger and traced around my face.

I felt like he was checking me out. I wasn’t sure if he knew that I was Celeste and that he was in fact a human, too. I wasn’t ready to be his dinner.

As he locked his gaze on me again, I pried my foot between us and kicked against him with all my might. He fell back a few inches, which gave me enough space to slither out from his grasp.

I raced ahead and realized I was trapped by the lake. With no other alternative, I jumped in and swam for my life. When I got a moment, I looked back. Nash just stood at the edge and paced. I treaded water, waiting as the ripples calmed.

Nash peered into the moonlit water and saw his reflection. What he saw staring back startled him. He touched his face and arms. He looked around at the lake and then at me. His hunter’s eyes softened.

I think then he realized what had happened, and his face filled with sorrow. Nash paused, as if in despair. Then he let out a maddening howl and tore off into the woods.

I waited for a few seconds but he didn’t return. There was no one else in the park but me. I didn’t have much time to escape. Dripping wet, my shoes filled with lake water, I raced back through the park. When I got to my car, I locked the doors and sobbed. I didn’t know who to call—the police, Ivy, my parents, or Brandon.

I called Brandon, but he didn’t answer. I hurried back home, locked myself in my room, and was changing into dry clothes and softly crying when I heard a tapping at my window.

I was afraid to peer out. I knew Nash might be stalking me. When I heard a tap again, it took all my strength to be brave enough to pull back my curtain. What I saw surprised me.

A werewolf was indeed standing outside—but it was Brandon.

I ran downstairs, out the back door, and flew into his arms.

“I’m so glad to see you,” I exclaimed.

“You are? But you weren’t at the park. Are you okay?”

“You took the serum?” I asked, his wolf fangs shining at me. “It didn’t work?”

“No,” he said, caressing my hair. “I just didn’t take it. I wanted one last night like this. I wanted to be cured, but then when I had the chance, I just froze.”

“You want to be a werewolf?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. But there was a part of me—I just figured one more night. But when I got to the park—you weren’t there. The place was empty, but the scent of other wolves was there. I’m glad you didn’t come.”

“I did go. I was there—but so was Nash,” I said.

“What was he doing there?”

“He wanted to apologize to me.”

“Is that all?” he asked.

“Yes, but then the full moon came out and he changed! Nash changed!”

Brandon stepped back. “What?”

“He became a werewolf!”

Brandon’s expression was severe. “Did he hurt you?”

“I think he wanted to. I was so scared—I’m not sure he knew what was going on. I felt so bad for him, but I was truly frightened—for him and for me.”

“So did he attack you?”

“No, it was more like he was stalking me—like the wolf was doing to that deer the night Nash was bitten. He saw what he looked like in the lake’s reflection. Then he took off.”

“I should have been there for you,” he said.

“There was no way to know for sure that this would happen—that he’d be there.”

I was shaken up. I sat with Brandon beside a tree. He kissed and caressed me. I could feel his heart racing as he tried to calm me down.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“There is nothing we can do tonight,” he insisted. “We can try to take our minds off of it for a while.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. It was extra soothing with the soft, thin layer of dark hair that wasn’t there during the day. “Would you like to?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“We can have our date out here,” he said. “Back behind the houses.”

“I’d like that,” I said. “With you, I’ll feel safe.”

We walked in the woods, holding hands. Brandon gently guided me over fallen branches and through rough terrain. When we were deep in the woods, Brandon perked up like he’d sensed something.

“What?” I asked as he stopped in his tracks.

All of a sudden we were joined by a pack of wolves.

I hid behind him. I was nervous, even though I knew I must be safe with Brandon here. It was hard for me to let down my guard—it was my instinct to fear them. But the wolves just looked to Brandon as if he was the alpha male.

Brandon tried to reassure me it was safe. He patted the leader of the pack and I watched, as I always did, in awe. A few minutes later, he took my hand again and we continued walking as the wolves followed close behind like a pet dog might around the yard. It was as magical an experience as I could have imagined. I had longed to do nature activities with my friends, who preferred walking in the mall to the woods or a park. Not only did I get to experience wonderful outdoorsy activities with Brandon, but when he was in werewolf form they were truly extraordinary.

We eventually stopped by a massive tree, and Brandon drew me into him and kissed me with extra intensity. I leaned my head on his chest as the wolves lay at his feet. But as I felt his werewolf heart race, I knew that there was another one racing in some other woods as well. I gazed up at Brandon and he, too, was staring off, with a burden in his gray eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Another werewolf was running around Legend’s Run now. And though Brandon and I tried to make this date perfect, neither one of us could lose the concern we had for Nash and the ramifications that were caused by the bite under a full moon.