#Elfinville –
#ProfesssorScry.
Jacob cherished the night time – especially when there was a full moon. And he loved to spend those hours out of his bed, far from the security of the Tanner household and down the winding trail that led deeply into the woods. He had, for as long as he could recall, been captivated by the darkness and everything that it presented: the primal cry of the coyote in the distance, the growl of a raccoon nearby, the screech of an owl overhead, the stars, the moonlight and the euphoria of buzzing, chirping and whirring that rose up from the mossy bed and out of the shadows.