By Stephanie Ehmann
Charity was starring out the Window, at the Full moon. Thinking to herself as she sang Baby James to sleep. Strange things have happened lately. Daniel was back for one. Grace seemed happen about that, Jude not so much. Jude kept getting Angry. Something happened between Daniel and Jude the one weekend we were sent to Our Aunts, and Daniel coming back is stirring up bad memories. Jude had run away after Christmas and it is driving Mom crazy. She keeps sending Dad away because she says he "saw" him somewhere on TV. He's been back for a while now though. My Dads a Pastor. So people really aren't happy when he misses. He even brought a special guest to make them happy. Pastor Gabriel. Anyway something strange was going on in Rose Crest, and things kept on getting stranger.
Charity had stopped reading when her Mother opened the door.
"Charity, honey have you seen Grace? I thought she was coming home after the Festival." She sounded tired.
"Sorry, I haven't seen her since she gave me Baby James and left to talk to a Friend of hers." Too bad she didn’t have a phone or I'd have called her.
"Hmm, alright I'll try your father." and she stepped out of the Room and Left. Baby James had fallen asleep by the time her mom left. Charity got up slowly trying not to wake the baby when she had an idea. Grace wasn't home. If she ever wanted to find out what was up with her, now was the best time. She moved very slowly toward her sister’s door. Being careful not to make to much noisefor her mom to hear. Grace's room was a mess. If I could find anything it would take hours. But I set myself to work. I didn't have much luck. Nothing looked out of the Ordinary. I'd given up. I plopped myself down on her bed. I could hear mom doing the dishes. I jumped up off the bed, a little too fast. I slipped on one of Graces art pictures. And landed on my butt. I'm sure mom heard me, because I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I crawled under Grace’s bed, and got quiet. The Door opened and my mom came in. She walked around for a minute or two. Then headed for the door. I was crawling out from under the bed when my foot hit something. I turned my head to see. There was a Shoebox. I grabbed it and continued to crawl out. I opened the shoe box to my surprise there was a Book, a very old book. I shoved the box back under the bed and headed for my room. I went to my bed and sat down. I opened the book and started to read. I Read the Story for hours. It was a Diary of a Girl. She told the story of her life. She told of a Curse she had. She said she was a Hound of Heaven, From my understanding a Werewolf. She told of the erg to hunt to kill, A monster within herself turning to escape. She told of the Cure. A stake to the Heart by a persons true love. In the end her brother had tried to save her. But killed her in the end. What confused me the most is that she spoke of a Moonstone. A stone that can help obtain the Beast. A necklace described the same way Graces and Daniels Necklace looks. Could it be that the book was true? Were Werewolves real? What was Grace doing with the book? And the worst question of all. Was Grace a Werewolf? I kept reading. At one point the writing had change. A mans writing, A very familiar writing. There was a Signature on the last page. It was signed Gabriel. The writing was from Brother Gabriel. I was horrified. The Book was right. Werewolf existed. And Brother Gabriel was one of them, maybe even Grace. I was scared, but interested. I was tired, but wide-awake. I didn't know what to do. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed a jacket and slipped my shoes on. I tipped toed down the stairs, making sure my mom didn't hear me. And I took off on my Bike, to Brother Gabriel's. I drove threw the night. A Full moon filled Night. And I wondered what would become of us all.