"Yasmine Galenorn - Sisters of the Moon 02 - Changeling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Galenorn Yasmine)

control my urges. Beetles distracted me, and spiders… leaves flying in the wind, a dandelion going
to seed… oh yeah, I was a sucker for anything that promised to offer a good chase.

I tugged again, but a sharp pain at the base of my tail told me that maybe that wasn't the best
idea in the world. Now what? I couldn't transform back while the moon was full, not until morning.
And with Camille off racing with the Hunt as it streaked through the night woods, and Menolly in
town at a Vamps Anonymous meeting, my family sure wasn't going to come to my rescue.

With a little huff, I tried again and almost ripped out a wad of fur. Well, shit. Frustrated, I crouched,
trying to avoid getting any more entangled than I already was. This night was just getting better
and better.

First, I had to miss my late-night fix of trash TV, and a night without Jerry Springer was a night
without a chance to force Menolly to sit and visit with me. We did our nails, I ate tons of popcorn,
and we gossiped about Camille and her lovers until it was time for Menolly to go to work.

And then I'd been all set to take out a mouse that was gnawing at Camille's comfrey plant. I had
the rodent down,, under my paw, when she began spieling out a sob story about a litter of
munchkins at home. Camille always said I was too softhearted, and I guess she was right. I let the
mouse go, albeit with a grumpy "Get out of here before you're toast."

My sisters didn't know that I could talk to animals when I was in my Were form. This was my own
special world, one they couldn't enter. Camille had her connection with the Moon Mother, and
Menolly had her bloodlusts… although that was a rather recent addition to her life—the Elwing
Blood Clan had turned her into a vampire against her will. It wasn't like she'd asked to be turned
into a bloodsucker. But all my life, I'd kept my ability a secret. It was all mine, and I didn't feel like
sharing.

After the mouse ran off, I stopped to groom, and damned if I didn't find that I'd picked up a thriving
patch of fleas. Now I'd need a flea dip or some Advantage, and both clashed with my tea rose
perfume and left me with dry skin and a mild rash.

Which brought me to the present: host to a flea circus, stuck to a cocklebur plant, with an unknown
intruder watching me from the woods who was packing a butt load of cat magic. We were having
some big fun now! Big whoop. It pissed me off that a lot of people assumed that all of us Weres
spent the nights of the full moon partying hearty and getting down with our bad selves. If this was
party central, give me a good book and a mug of hot milk any day.

Another crackle from the woods caught my attention. Whatever I was going to do, I'd better get on
with it. I gingerly tested the burrs again. Nope, the prickly heads were holding me prisoner. It
would hurt like a son of a bitch, but I'd have to yank myself free. I couldn't risk hoping whoever was
lurking in the woods was friendly. I closed my eyes, steeling myself for the rip, when a noise to my
left startled me. Nerves jangled, I whipped around.

There, illuminated in the light of the moon, sat the mouse that I'd released. She rose up on her
hindquarters, her nose and whiskers twitching as she stared at me. I swallowed every instinct in
the world urging me to bat her a good one and tried to exert a pleasant, how-you-doin' smile.

"You need help?" she squeaked.