Midnight Howl by Clare Hutton

Author:Clare Hutton [Hutton, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-545-41492-0
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2011-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The snow didn’t last long, and neither did my shakes (although it was going to be a long time before I got on a horse again). By Monday, the weather was sunny and I was feeling fine. I had even gone into the stables and fed Snowflake some carrots on Sunday, just to show her there were no hard feelings. “Everyone gets scared,” I told her, stroking her long brown nose. Even me, I thought, recalling my suspicions about Hailey.

Why had the horses been afraid of her? Had it really just been the smell of the rosebush spray? Had Tasha’s silver test worked? What had Molly meant when she said her family was mixed up in the werewolf stories of Wolf Valley? And, most of all, where had Hailey gone the night of the full moon? I’d tried to ask her about it again Sunday night, but she had just looked me right in the eye and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Monday I decided to track down Anderson and see if he knew anything more. This ended up being sort of embarrassing — when I’d asked Amber where his locker was she said, “Why?” and then, with a knowing look, “Oh, I see.” And then, “Ew. No offense.”

“It’s not like that,” I’d insisted, but she just smiled at me.

I found Anderson at his locker.

“The lovely Marisol,” he said, grinning and trying to sound suave. “What’s shaking, baby?” He leaned against his locker and spread his arms wide. “Anything I can do for you? My locker is your locker.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, a little embarrassed. He was such a goofball. “Whatever. I wanted to ask you more about werewolves.”

His eyes widened and he gave me a big, toothy smile. “You believe me!”

“I’m not sure what I think,” I said slowly. “I wanted to find out more.” Anderson straightened up and got serious. He was clearly flattered that I was coming to him for his expert opinion.

“Well …” he began, “they’re people who turn into wolves, usually during the full moon.”

“I’ve gotten that far,” I said, trying to be patient. “What more do you know?”

He started telling me the same stuff I’d heard from him before, about his great-great-grandmother’s neighbor, about long ring fingers and pointed ears. And the fact that, as far as he knew, there had always been stories that there were werewolves around Wolf Valley, but that he didn’t know of any real proof. “People would like to prove it,” he said. “Lily acts like I’m nuts, but a lot of people around here believe there are werewolves in the woods.”

“Have you heard anything about werewolves and silver?” I asked.

“Well,” he said, “the traditional way to kill a werewolf is with a silver bullet. Silver is supposed to be a metal that has to do with the moon, so maybe that’s why.”

“But can werewolves touch silver?” I asked. “They don’t burst into flames or feel horrible pain?”

Anderson frowned. “I never heard of that. Are you thinking of vampires and crucifixes?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head.

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