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Authors: Catherine Lundoff

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Silver Moon

A Women of Wolf’s Point Novel

Catherine Lundoff

Maple Shade, New Jersey

Copyright © 2012 Catherine Lundoff.
all rights reserved
.

No part of this work may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, microfilm, and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Published in 2012 by Lethe Press, Inc.

118 Heritage Avenue • Maple Shade, NJ 08052-3018

www.lethepressbooks.com • [email protected]

isbn
: 1-59021-379-3

isbn
-13: 978-1-59021-379-7

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Interior design: Alex Jeffers.

Cover design: Fred Tovich.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lundoff, Catherine, 1963-

Silver moon / Catherine Lundoff.

p. cm. -- (Women of Wolf’s Point)

ISBN 978-1-59021-379-7 (pbk. : alk. paper)

1. Lesbians--Fiction. 2. Werewolves--Fiction. I. Title.

PS3612.U54S55 2012

813’.6--dc23

2012009886

~

Also by Catherine Lundoff

Crave: Tales of Lust, Love and Longing
(2007)

Night’s Kiss
(2009)

A Day at the Inn, A Night at the Palace and Other Stories
(2011)

as editor

Haunted Hearths and Sapphic Shades: Lesbian Ghost Stories
(2008)

Hellebore and Rue: Tales of Queer Women and Magic
(2011)

[with JoSelle Vanderhooft]

~Dedicated to Jana, who has always wanted me to finish a novel, and

to Steve Berman of Lethe Press, who wanted me to finish this one.

With many thanks to Connie Wilkins and Haddayr Copley-Woods,

who provided invaluable feedback when it was most needed.

~

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

About the author

~

Chapter 1

~

Her first hot flash came on suddenly and unexpectedly, superheating Becca Thornton’s body from head to toe until she was drenched with sweat. It propelled her off the couch and into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. As the water dripped down her cheeks, she glanced at her tomato-like complexion and bit off a shriek.

There had been something new in her reflection, a flickering of golden eyes and fur, visible for the blink of an eye. Something feral and wild strained its way toward the surface behind her otherwise utterly normal features.
What the hell?
She closed her eyes, shutting out the hallucination or whatever it was.

Everything slowed down for a minute, as if this new wildness that lurked inside her was being locked back in its cage. When she looked again, there was nothing new and terrifying to be seen. Her own face, round and furless, stared back at her, light brown eyes startled but perfectly ordinary. It was a face like that of any other woman of a certain age in a one-horse town like Wolf’s Point. For a moment, she wondered if this gradual softening and rounding of features, this planing away of the sharp edges, was what they all had in common.

But the thought was overwhelmed by a second, milder flash. Becca lurched outside and dropped onto her porch swing, the fan in her hand trying to supplement the tiny morning breeze. She rocked slowly back and forth and cursed turning fifty, but silently so that the neighbors wouldn’t notice. Here in Wolf’s Point they noticed quite a bit, from what she’d gathered.

Across the street, her neighbor Erin walked out on her porch and Becca gave her a half-hearted wave. Just her luck, Erin waved back, then started over. This wasn’t going to help cool her down much, that was for sure.

Erin wasn’t like the rest of the townsfolk, at least as far as Becca was concerned. She’d only been Becca’s neighbor for about a year, which made her a little exotic by itself. Most of the other neighbors had been there forever. While Becca hadn’t asked, she assumed that like her, Erin had married into Wolf’s Point. Then lost her husband somewhere along the way and bought a house on a quiet street outside the downtown hub. Wasn’t that what single women of a certain age did with themselves once their husbands were gone, one way or another?

But regardless of how she came to be there, just talking to Erin made Becca feel different, kind of shy and squirmy inside. It was weird; she hadn’t had trouble talking to anyone or even speaking in front of an audience for ages now. Everyone said she was the best speaker at the Wolf’s Point Women’s Club. After all, she’d been doing that kind of stuff since Ed dumped her two years ago.

That, of course, sent her overheated brain spiraling off into thoughts about her ex. She and Ed had met at a bank in the city where she worked as a teller and he was trying to get a loan. After they got married, they’d moved around the country while he worked at too many sales jobs for her to remember and she worked at whatever was available. It had been a mostly good fifteen years, though she had missed settling down and really building a home, maybe raising a family.

Then they moved to Wolf’s Point and everything changed. Ed decided his life was incomplete unless he got himself a twenty-something blonde and a sports car and that, as they said, was that. She wondered if it made him feel any younger.
Good luck to him and his trophy bimbo,
she thought contemptuously and smiled at how little the thought seemed to bother her anymore. It felt good to be leaving him like so much baggage on the side of the road, just like he’d done to her.

Erin arrived on the heels of the smile. “Hey there. Pretty hot out this morning, huh?” She grinned her slow lazy smile that always made Becca think about cowboys. Cowgirls. Whatever. Maybe it was her neighbor’s long lean body or her short-cropped graying hair. Or the slow way she talked, like she’d just ridden in off the range. It wasn’t too much of a leap to picture her on horseback.

Becca dragged her mind back to the present and gave herself a stern mental admonition to stop daydreaming. “Yep. And I’m even hotter on top of that.” She rolled her eyes and fanned faster, like that was going to help. It wasn’t quite what she meant to say but she figured it would pass without comment.

It didn’t. Erin raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side like a big dog. “No question about that. Or am I missing something?”

Becca felt a flush paint her cheeks and nearly hid her face in her fan just like an old-time court lady. But, of course, Erin hadn’t meant anything by it. Not like there was anything to mean for that matter. Who’d say something like that about her middle-aged dumpy self anymore?

“I’m…extra warm today. I seem to be coming up on the change,” she mumbled finally when she realized Erin was still waiting for an answer. She could almost hear the word spelled with an invisible capital letter “C.”

Erin’s grin turned a little strange, as if her face was somehow longer than it should be. Becca blinked and tried to convince herself it was just a trick of the morning light. Her neighbor’s face seemed normal enough when she looked back up: broad cheeks, silver-gray eyes, cheerful grin exposing slightly crooked teeth.

“Well,” Erin said at last, “this calls for a celebration. We usually hold a little party down at the Club when that time of life comes around for one of our members.”

“News to me. No one ever said anything about it before. This one of those Red Hat things?” Becca scowled. Why would Erin know something like this when she didn’t? After all, she’d been a member for two whole years, for God’s sake, a whole year longer than Erin. She was even in the running to be Club Secretary in the next election if all went well. But she’d be damned if she was putting on a red hat and a feather boa, no matter how much fun everyone else said it was.

Erin grinned a little wider as if she was imagining Becca in the hat and the boa. Becca wondered what else she was wearing in the other woman’s imagination and flushed even more. Now where had that notion come from? This day got any weirder and she was going to need to go over to the clinic for a checkup.

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