Nocturne

For Ages: 12 and up

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Claire couldn't be happier as it seems like her life is finally settling down. She's been fully initiated into her family's pack of female werewolves, her best friend Emily is back in town, and the gorgeous Matthew Engle is now her boyfriend.
But when a new girl comes to town and threatens to break up Claire's friendship and relationship, everything starts to unravel. Not only is the new girl trying to steal her best friend and boyfriend, but it seems that she may know more about Claire than she's letting on. Knowing Claire's secret breaks all the rules of the pack, and the consequences may be more than Claire can handle...

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Simon & Schuster UK |
368 pages |
ISBN 9780857071842 |
October 2011 |
Grades 7 and up

$16.99 List Price

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“An intense, compelling tale of love, loyalty, and friendship... Nocturne is a must-read! -Cyn Balog, author of Starstruck”

“Nocturne is a rich melding of the ordinary and the fantastic”

– most of us don't know what it's like to be a werewolf, but we all know what it's like to juggle family, friends, school and more. Christine Johnson captures both with warmth, wit and authenticity.”

-Saundra Mitchell, author of The Vesp

“[A] teen everygirl turned werewolf is torn between hernewfound role as a member in a pack of the centuries-old loup-garou and herfriends in the human world…..[A] solid story with an undeniably likableheroine.”

– Kirkus

“Johnson once again spins a tale with unique werewolflore that is authentic and original. Claire’s conflicting emotions, self-doubt,and need to stay true to herself while obeying the pack ring true.”

– SLJ

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Chapter One

CLAIRE’S HUMAN FORM offered no protection from the chill in the moonlit clearing. She shivered as the early-October breeze licked at her arms and cheeks. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared across the circle, wishing her mother would hurry up and start the ceremony.

A tangled pile of branches waited in the center of the pack. Marie kneeled down in front of it and leaned in, the mist of her breath kissing the outermost tips of the twigs.

Claire’s mother closed her eyes, focusing. The graceful lines of her body tensed for an instant, and then it was over. The fire...