The Moonstone Wolf Pack (NEEDS EDITING)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As I drove, I tried to recall my dream. I felt the cool press of my moonstone pendant against my throat, and soothed it with my fingers. My moonstone pendant is my most prized possession. Apparently, my Dad gave it to me for my second birthday. I don't remember him well, but Mom always told me that he was the kindest, most loving father anyone could have. He disappeared a few months after my Birthday. No-one knows what happened to him. He went into the woods, and never came out. Most think he died. Mom thinks he'll come back someday. She hasn't stopped waiting.

We still live by the woods. Both my parents loved the woods, and I love it too. After school I go in there and take pictures of the stunning natural beauty; the bare, dense trees, the golden, crunchy leaves, the rippling tiny stream, the small, feathery birds, and the minuscule, furry woodland animals. It's the perfect place to walk Jesse. I have some really great pictures of Jesse standing amongst the crisp leaves, staring at the camera with his intelligent brown eyes. And another one of him sniffing the clear stream in summer, when daisies fringe the edge of the water. I have a good eye for photography. And my camera is amazing, with super-sharp focus, and an editor. And it's one of those that print your pictures out for you, but only after you've finished editing it. Another one of my best photos was of the spectacular lightening show that we had in the middle of summer. For about a week, the country was stuck with the worst thunder storm we'd ever had. The sky was constantly bruised purple and black, and lightening forked down, lighting the dark sky with powerful bolts of electricity. Everyone was terrified, especially since a woman was hit, and fried instantly. But I took some truly spectacular photos of electric bolts lighting the violet sky. Usually, lightening looks good in black and white, but it looked just as amazing with colour.

I flipped open the mirror. A thin girl with pale skin and dark brown hair (picture melted bournville chocolate) stared at me with deep brown eyes, with a hint of amber flickering in it's depth. I pulled my eyes away from the mirror and pulled in to the school parking lot. I gripped the iridescent moonstone and stared at it's swirling pinky blue colours. As well as being the only reminder of my father, the moonstone is very soothing. Just staring at the round, creamy oval jewel made me relax slightly.

As I stood to make my way into the school, my foot stepped on something that crackled lightly. I picked up a crumpled newspaper that was dated two days ago. I swallowed as I read the article.

6 Year old killed by wolves

Yesterday, six-year-old Johnny Blue was playing in his garden, when suddenly, his parents noticed that he had disappeared. While his father searched the woods that edged their garden, his mother called the Police.

It didn't take long to find Johnny. He was found several miles away from his home, in the middle of the woods, his body savaged. Experts examined his body, and concluded that it was in fact wolves that had killed him. This caused great out cry, since wolves have long since been extinct from England, but due to recent activities, we have reason to believe that our country has once again been infiltrated by these stunning yet deadly creatures of night.

I shuddered. As much as I loved wolves- they were incredibly beautiful, dangerously intelligent and stunningl fierce- I used to baby sit Johnny Blue. His death was a huge blow to me. It had rocked the whole of our small community to it's core.

Pushing the thoughts out of my mind, I swung my bag on to my shoulder and made my way into the grounds.

"Addie! Hey, Ade! Over here babe!" I turned to the voice. One of my best friends, Luna, was waving at me from where she was lolled against the grassy hill. She had on shades to dim the summer sun that hadn't yet burned it's way out the sky. The light bounced of her short golden-blond bob. I came over.

"Hey Addie!" She beamed at me from the floor. "Give me a hand..." I pulled her up and hugged her.

"How was your summer?"

"You mean the half of it that I didn't spend with you?" Luna gave me wide eyes as she slid her shades up onto her hair. "I spent the rest of the time with Nesta... apart from the two weeks we spent in Spain." She lolled back on the grass. I plonked next to her.

"And....? How was it?"

She sighed. "Dreamy. Those guys up there are something special. And they make good ice-cream."

I burst out laughing. "I should've guessed. You'd love all the sweet stuff."

Luna grinned. "Hey, it was pretty good stuff! And you? How was your summer?"

I sighed. "Boring. I never realised the advantages of having a parent."

Luna gave an apologetic grin.

"Boo."

We both looked up. The sun was blocked because a super tall girl with really long black hair was leaning forward grinning.

"Funesta!" We both grinned. Funesta (or Nesta, as we call her a lot) grinned back and flopped down next to us. We turned to face her.

"Holiday? How'd it go?" Luna nudged her.

"OK. You guys?" We shrugged, still smiling.

"OK, you know the freak lightening storm we had?"

Luna shuddered, smoothing her white summer dress. "That was the downright scariest thing ever. I wish we'd gone to Spain then."

Luna is a lot more girly than me and Funesta. She doesn't think nature is beautiful, not really. And she thought the lightening show was freaky, not amazing. Funesta's seriously clever. She loves physics, and so finds nature a great source of fascination. I have no idea how it works, just that it looks beautiful and I love to take photos of it.

Funesta gave her an amused look. "Scaredy cat." She turned to me. "I thought it was great. Didn't you, Addie?"

I nodded enthusiastically."It was beautiful. I have some awesome pictures of it."

"I bet! Can I see some?"

Luna cut in with a noise of disbelief. "You guys are strange."

"Which is why you hang out with us so much," Funesta laughed.

I zoned out of Funesta and Luna's chatting and laughter, and looked around the grounds. Everything was exactly the same; the popular bitches flocked around the popular boys, with their skirts barely covering their butts, and make-up barely covering their fake smiles; the popular boys smiled and laughed with them, in the hope of one day ending up in their beds; the nerds gathered round science text books, anxiously revising for some kind of test; the sporty girls raced around the netball courts, attacking the hoops with basket balls; the bad boys glared at the floor, kicking speechlessly at stones and dust. Same old, same old.

But something, or maybe someone, was different. I glanced around at the gate. Suddenly, it swung open and two new boys stepped through. They were obviously twins; they had identical reddish-brown hair and bright green eyes. They were quite cute. My eyes followed them for a second before settling back on the gate. As it swung open, my heart drummed like a caged bird, and I sat up straighter, hand automatically gripping my moonstone. Someone stepped through.

That's when I saw him.