Night Creature
By Rodman Philbrick and Lynn Harnett
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Abandoned as a child, Gruff is taken in and raised by a Wolfmother. She teaches him to survive in the wild—and to be wary of the Legwalkers.
When a chance encounter brings Gruff near humans again, he wants to know more about this world to which he no longer belongs. But as he soon discovers, he doesn’t really fit in with the wolves either. As Gruff feels his body change into that of a monster—and hears the evil call coming from others like him—he knows it’s time to face the terrible truth about himself.
Rodman Philbrick
Rodman Philbrick grew up on the coast of New Hampshire and has been writing since the age of sixteen. For a number of years he published mystery and suspense fiction for adults. Brothers & Sinners won the Shamus Award in 1994, and two of his other detective novels were nominees. In 1993 his debut young adult novel, Freak the Mighty, won numerous honors, and in 1998 was made into the feature film The Mighty, starring Sharon Stone and James Gandolfini. Freak the Mighty has become a standard reading selection in thousands of classrooms worldwide, and there are more than three million copies in print. In 2010 Philbrick won a Newbery Honor for The Mostly True Adventures of Homer P. Figg.
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Night Creature - Rodman Philbrick
In the Beginning …
I am a monster. Listen and I will tell you how the wereing began, and how I was raised by wolves, and what happened in a place called Fox Hollow.
Fox Hollow. To all appearances a perfectly ordinary town filled with perfectly ordinary homes and perfectly ordinary people. But appearances truly are deceiving, because Fox Hollow is not ordinary. Oh, no.
Something terrible crept into the town and changed the people who lived there. Something so monstrous, so terrifying, that you may never sleep again.…
Me.
In the beginning was the wereing. The change that comes for the three nights of the full moon and turns me into a howling beast. The change that waits in my blood and cannot be denied. The change that makes me a night creature—a werewolf—a foul thing who lives in the darkest part of the shadow, waiting for prey to come within range of my glistening fangs.
I know nothing of my mother and father, save that they, too, must have been werewolves. How they came to leave me in the woods I do not know, but anything is possible. They might have been chased by hunters, or attacked by other night creatures. Or maybe I was stolen from their lair—but why any creature would want to steal a wretched beast like me remains a mystery.
The first thing I remember is the smell of warm fur. The fur of the Wolfmother who took me into her den, and fed me with her litter of cubs, and protected me from the terrors of darkness even though I didn’t look anything like the other wolves.
Oh, how I remember the warmth of that den, the feeling of safeness as we snuggled together. The low rrrrrrrrrr sound coming from our throats meant we were happy, and the Wolfmother rrrrrrrr’d back at us and licked our faces to make us clean.
For the longest time I thought like a wolf, ate like a wolf, ran like a wolf, bayed like a wolf at the light of the moon. The Wolf-mother’s cubs were my brothers and sisters and I loved them and played with them and fought with them.
I thought I was a wolf. Until the wereing began …
Chapter 1
The day my life changed forever I was feeling sorry for myself.
There I was lying on my back in the clearing outside our den, letting the two cubs tumble over me. Leaper and Snapjaw nipped at each other, making happy little growling noises in their throats as I rubbed their fur.
I loved the cubs, but it wasn’t fair that I had to stay near the den while the rest of the family went hunting. They hadn’t left me behind because I was such a great cub-sitter. No. The other wolves thought I was a useless hunter.
Slow, weak, and useless, like the cubs I was minding.
I was about twelve years old and I’d been with the pack for almost nine winters, near as I could recall. And still I had to rely on the other wolves to get me food. But how did they expect me to learn how to hunt if they left me behind every time?
Gruff!
barked Leaper. Gruff! Gruff!
Gruff, that’s me. Wolfmother named me for the first sound that came out of my mouth, and now little Leaper was trying to get my attention. I growled and she backed off, puzzled, and began to whine.
Sighing, I longed to be out in the woods with my throwing stick. I was getting so good I could knock a leaf off a tree. Any day now I’d actually hit something we could eat. That would show them!
For some reason I was jumpy and more moody and I couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a minute.
Did I have some kind of premonition—a feeling about what was going to happen? Maybe even then, before the Change came, something inside me was stirring, trying to get out.
Ow!
That’s what I got for not paying attention. Leaper had gotten overexcited and buried her teeth in the base of my thumb. She didn’t break the skin—she knew better than that—but those sharp baby teeth still hurt.
I shook my injured fist in her face and she quickly backed off. Crouching low to the ground, the little cub rolled to show me her belly. That was her way of apologizing.
Naturally my heart melted like snow in the sun. I reached over to scratch her belly, burying my hand in the thick soft fur. She wriggled in the dirt and growled contentedly while I looked around for Snapjaw.
Snapjaw—he had a bad habit of biting everything in sight, although nobody but me seemed to think it was a bad habit—was sitting on his haunches with his head thrown back. His little black nose was twitching like crazy. He was sniffing at the air as if he could taste it.
Which he probably could. He had an awesome nose. It was hard to keep him near the den as he was always following some new scent into the woods.
But not this time. Rump high, the cub backed slowly away from the forest. The slate-gray hair began to rise along his back in stiff peaks.
Whatever was out there, Snapjaw wanted no part of it.
Behind me I heard a low growl. Leaper was up on her feet, her ears pointed toward the forest, twitching anxiously.
Something was wrong and the cubs knew it.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. My eyes scanned the trees anxiously but I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t hear or smell danger as well as the cubs could.
Snapjaw suddenly bolted. Leaper was right behind him. The two cubs disappeared into the safety of the den.
And then I finally heard it, too.
Strange noises from the swamp, like some big animal was moving around.
But there weren’t any big animals around here except for us.
CR-ACK! A big branch broke. Leaves crunched. This animal, whatever it was, was moving slow. But coming closer.
Twigs snapped under heavy feet.
I suddenly realized what had me spooked. The thing out there didn’t care who heard it coming. It wasn’t afraid of anything, not even wolves.
The noises stopped. Had it gone away?
I was listening so intently I forgot to watch my back. That’s lesson number one. The first thing a cub learns. And I forgot.
There was no sound. Just a gray blur of motion on the edge of my vision as it sprang out of the forest.
I threw up my hands to ward it off but too late.
OOF!
The full weight of the huge beast slammed into my back and threw me to the ground. Rank-smelling breath was hot against my bare neck. Knife-sharp teeth grazed my ear.
Then the great jaws opened and I saw the gleam of teeth just as they sank into my throat.
Chapter 2
It was Wolfmother.
I tried to cry out but the big wolf held my throat between her jaws. Her teeth were hot needles against my skin. Fear churned in my belly. What had I done?
Then I understood—the strange, noisy creature was still out there in the forest and Wolf-mother was making sure I kept silent. She was guarding the den and her cubs.
SNAP!
Danger was coming closer. I could feel Wolf-mother tensing, her jaws still clamped around my neck, as if I were a noisy cub. I tried to tell her with my eyes that I understood, that she could trust me not to make a sound. But she wouldn’t let go.
Then at last, when I thought my whole body would seize up in one big cramp, she lifted her head, keeping her paws on my shoulders. Her eyes bored into me. It was only when she saw me press my lips tightly together that she