Silvermoon. A Tale of a Young Werewolf. A YA Novel. 12-18 by T.J. Edison.

sports.
     
    “Ready, steady, go!” shouted Mr. Wednesday then blew his whistle unnecessarily as Jason, John, Ingrid and Yvette ran the twelve metres to their sleds that were waiting a few metres from the edge of the new toboggan run , designed by Yvette . Jason kept pace with the others as Yvette ran on and arrived there first. She grabbed her sled in two hands and instead of sliding it to the edge she picked it up and holding it before her; she leaped off the edge, head first.
     
    Several of the younger pupils, who had come along to watch , along with the rest of the school , peered over the edge from the side , and one of them said, “Wow, Yvette’s sky-diving on a sled, super!”
     
    The y and others watched as she fell in free fall over two hundred metres before hitting the hard-packed snow with a body-jarring thud that made even Jason wince. Then all three sighed in unison as her sled, with her still clinging to it, carried on in a straight line.
     
    John shook his head, he looked at Jason and Ingrid and said, “Are we going to let her get away with that?” His eyes popped open , despite the cold , as Jason followed suit, leaping outwards , imitating Yvette’s reckless leap.
     
    The wind whistled past his ears, he took a deep breath and tensed himself the instant before his sled crashed into his chest, winding him as the runners hit the slope. He careered on downwards and braked-steered with his left boot as he came to the first long curve that straightened out and dropped several feet.
     
    To his surprise, the ground rose up unexpectedly and he flew another fifty metres through the air from the crest of a small rise - almost losing his grip - before crashing down once more. He negotiated the next two bends with ease then rolled up the slope to a stop in front of Yvette who was laughing hysterically. He approached her and said, “What!”
     
    She paused and pointed behind him and he turned and saw Ingrid and John, visible from where they stood, as their sleds left the top of the rise, one after the other and flew a good thirty metres through the air, both with a shocked expression distorting their features, as their cries of alarm sounded shrilly in the cold air.
     
    Yvette burst out laughing once more , holding her sides. Jason turned, grinning, as the others slid to a stop. John asked, panting lightly, “What’s the matter with her?”
     
    Yvette quietened down eventually and said to the three , “Your faces after you hit that bump. Jason almost fell off.”
    Jason smiled, and looked at Ingrid who was pressing her legs together, “Well I wasn’t expecting anything like that,” he said, and then he turned to Yvette. “You knew about that last rise didn’t you?”
     
    Yvette nodded, her hands clasped over her mouth.
     
    John said, “Of course she did, she designed the whole run.”
     
    Ingrid said sharply, “So that’s why you were looking so smug at breakfast, you mean person, you. Now I have to change my knickers,” She added, “I have a weak bladder if you must know, and it is rather cold today.”
     
    Jason looked up at the cloudless sky and said, “Come on, let’s take the ski-lift.”
     
    Yvette took the rope attached to her sled and followed them along the path. She watched Jason as he walked off in front of her. She wondered if she should tell him, she longed to do so. She felt so alone even knowing what she knew.
     
    She recalled the telephone message over five years ago and she wondered which one of the others it was. She thought of Ingrid, she swam well and her odour was human, but she had heard that a transformation to human shape could change quite a lot of things.
     
    Then she thought of John. She felt sorry for him somehow, his memory for facts was impressive, but he was hopeless at crossword puzzles and he was so nice to her, bringing her presents, tiny figures folded into animals or birds, ‘It’s Origami, ’ he’d told her, ‘Japanese paper-folding, I learned