Silver Moon (A Women of Wolf's Point Novel) Read Online Free PDF

she wasn’t around. Pete said her mom wasn’t doing well and Shelly was at her place helping out. Whatever it was, his tone made it sound serious, and Becca was a little ashamed of her petty fears.
    It didn’t seem like a good idea to share her worries about the campers with Pete, though she was really wasn’t sure why. It seemed like there was no point in planting the suggestion that she was getting loopy and cranky in her old age. Instead, she fretted until her whole body felt like it was strummed to the breaking point, accompanied by the occasional hot flash.
    By the time she left work, she was a wreck. She dashed home and took a shower, then inhaled dinner in what seemed like five minutes. After that, she stared into her closet for what seemed like an hour. What did you wear to a mystery event you were attending with a woman you wanted to impress, even though you knew there was no good reason for you to feel that way? Her thoughts whirled and she wished she was out in the woods, running in the moonlight, letting the wind whistle through her hair. Now where had that come from?
    Becca shook her head and grabbed a matching dark blue top and slacks instead of her usual jeans. Nothing too fancy, but loose enough that she would be reasonably comfortable in it, hot flashes, nerves and all. Once she put it on, she realized it brought out the color of her eyes. She put her hair up in a clip and studied herself in the mirror, wondering whether makeup would help. Her skin was breaking out again. Damn. It was like being a teenager all over again, and that hadn’t been that much fun the first time.
    The doorbell interrupted her and she dashed out to let Erin in. “You ready?” Erin grinned down at her, a disturbing light in her silver-tinted eyes. “My, you look good enough to eat.”
    Becca shivered all over and fumbled for a response. “Um…thanks. Guess we’d better get going,” was all that came to mind and voicebox. She grabbed her purse and pushed past Erin in her rush to avoid making eye contact. Erin led the way to her car without further comment.
    The whole drive out to the Wolf’s Point Women’s Club was like that, at least from Becca’s point of view. Erin chatted away about town gossip and projects she was doing around her house like nothing was wrong. Becca stared out the window and mumbled responses.
    It was as if she could feel something huge and important hanging over them. Whatever it was felt like it was inside her too, coursing through her body with every thump of her heart until her skin felt like it was all that stood between her and some huge and monstrous transformation. Stagefright had never felt like this before. She rolled down the passenger window to get some air on her overheated face.
    It didn’t help. Becca almost bolted from the car when they got to the club. The woods on either side of the little red brick building beckoned, the inviting darkness under the trees called and the moon—when had she become such a nature freak? Sure, walks in the woods were fine in their place but in the dark? Though, come to think of it, it wasn’t that dark even though the sun was down. She could see almost every twig in the darkness under the trees. Her fingers tightened on the car door as she struggled to keep herself from running into the woods.
    “Later.” Erin’s voice came from way too close and Becca shuddered at the promise in her voice even as she turned and reluctantly followed her neighbor into the building.
    She tried to analyze that feeling of dread as she walked into the club. Mostly she just thought that she wasn’t ready for dealing with “The Change” with a bunch of women she clearly didn’t know that well. That must be it. Night had just come on and she wanted its darkness to hide all these stupid thoughts and emotions. It was too weird to share. Somehow, the words to ask Erin if it had been like this for her wouldn’t come to her lips and she was left mute and quivering.
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