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LIGHTHEARTED LUST: THREE NOT SO SERIOUS TALES

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, October 2003

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

PO Box 787

Hudson, OH 44236-0787

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-664-X

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or

locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A WEREWOLF, edited by MARTHA PUNCHES

THE LUST BASTION, edited by KAREN WILLIAMS

DRENCHED WITH AFFECTION, edited by KAREN WILLIAMS

Cover art by SCOTT CARPENTER.

LIGHTHEARTED LUST

There’s No Such Thing As A Werewolf

MaryJanice Davidson

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The Lust Bastion

Michele Bardsley

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Drenched With Affection

Chris Tanglen

- 107 -

There’s No Such Thing As A Werewolf

By MaryJanice Davidson

CHAPTER ONE

As any werewolf knows, smells and emotions and even raised voices have colors and texture. And as

any blind werewolf knows—not that there were any besides him, to the best of his knowledge—you

could take those smells, emotions, and conversations and do a pretty good job of seeing. Not a great

job, comparably speaking, but enough to get around. Enough to have a solid sense of the world.

“But I can’t be pregnant,” Mrs. Dane was saying. “There’s just no way.”

“There’s at least one way.”

“But I’m infertile! The clinic said!”

“Accidents happen,” he said cheerfully. He knew she was stunned, but pleased. And as soon as the

shock wore off, she’d be ecstatic. He could have told her that her fallopian tubes had managed to

unblock themselves over the years, but that would raise awkward questions. After all, he was just her

G.P. He wasn’t treating her for infertility.

“I’d say you’re…”Thirty-nine and a half days along “…about six weeks pregnant. I’m going to write

you a scrip for some pre-natal vitamins, and I want you to take two a day. And the usual blandishments,

of course, ease off on alcohol, don’t smoke, blah-blah-blah. You know all this.” Mrs. Dane was an OB

nurse.

“Yeah, but…I never thought I’dneed it.”

He heard her weight shift as she slid off the table, and thus was ready for it when she flung her chubby

arms around him in a strangler’s grip. “Thanks so much!” she whispered fiercely. “Thank you!”

“Mrs. Dane, I didn’t do anything.” He gently extricated himself from her grip. “Go home and thank your

husband.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Now she was brighter in his mind’s eye, glowing with embarrassment. “I read

somewhere that blind people don’t like it when their balance is thrown off.”

“Don’t worry about it. You couldn’t throw off my balance.”Not without a truck . “Don’t forget to fill

this on the way home,” he added. He could write perfectly well, which was to say his prescriptions didn’t

look any less legible than a seeing doctor’s.

“Right. Right!” She darted around him, nearly careened into the closed door, and left without her

clothes. The gown flapped once as the door closed behind her.

“I don’t think they’ll let you in the pharmacy dressed like that,” he called after her.

* * * * *

“I’m just saying you should think about it,” his nurse, Barb Robinson, argued. “I hate the thought of you

going home to an empty house every night. And it would—you know. Be helpful.”

“Put a harness around a dog and expect it to lead me around all day?” He tried not to sound as aghast

as he felt. “That’s awful!”

“Drake, be reasonable. You get around fine, but you’re not a kid anymore.”

“Meaning, since I’m looking at the big four-oh, it’s time to check out nursing home brochures?”

Barb’s scent shifted—it had been lemony and intense before, because while she was embarrassed to

broach the subject, she was also determined. Now, as she got annoyed, it intensified until she damned

near smelled like mouthwash.

“Very funny,” she snapped. “Pride’s one thing. Your safety is another. For crying out loud, you don’t

even use your cane most of the time.”

“Will it get you off my back if I start lugging the stick around?”

“Yes,” she said promptly.

Oh, for God’s sake. “Fine. You may now refer to me as Dr. Stick.”

“It’s just that I don’t want you to get hurt, is all,” she persisted. “You buggedme about moving to a safer

neighborhood.”

“Repeatedly?”

“Oh, hush up. And you’d better get going—isn’t tonight another one of your big nights out?”

You could say that. “It is indeed.”

“Well…maybe you should take it easy. You look kind of worn out today.”

“I was up late,” he said shortly. “Give me the damned cane.”

He heard her rummaging around beneath the counter, and then she tapped the floor in front of him. He

snatched it out of her hand. “There, satisfied?”

“For now.”

“Also, you’re fired.”

“Ha!”

“Maybe next time.” He obediently started tapping his way to the front door, though he knew perfectly

well it was eight feet, nine inches away. “See you Monday.”

“And think about the dog!” she yelled after him.

“Not likely,” he muttered under his breath.

CHAPTER TWO

The small gang—two boys and one girl, not one of them out of their teens—followed him off the

subway. Typical thugs; they needed reinforcements to rob a blind man. He led them down Milk Street

and let them get close.

“Just so you know,” he said, turning, “in about half an hour the moon will be up. So this is a very, very

bad idea. I mean—” They rushed him, and his stick caught the first one in the throat. “—it’s a bad idea in

general. There are only about a thousand—” His elbow clocked down on the skull of the second.

“—more respectable ways to make a living.”

He hesitated with the girl, and nearly got his cheek sliced open for his trouble. He pulled his head back,

heard the whisper of steel slide past his face, then grabbed her wrist and pulled, checking his force at the

last moment. She flew past him and smacked into the brick wall, then flopped to the ground like a puppet

with her strings cut. “Seriously,” he told the dazed, semi-conscious youths. “You should think about it.

And what areyou up to?”

“Nothing,” the other werewolf said cheerfully. “Just came down to see if you needed a hand. Christ,

when was the last time these three had a bath?”

“About two weeks ago.”

“How’s it going, Drake?”

“It’s going like it always does,” he said carefully. He had known Wade when they were younger, but it

paid to be careful around Pack.

He held out his hand and felt it engulfed by the younger man, who smelled like wood smoke and fried

trout. Drake was a large man, but Wade had three inches and twenty pounds on him. If he wasn’t such a

pussycat, he’d be terrifying. “Still keeping to your place in the country?”

“Sure. This city is fucking rank, man. I only came in to stock up. The day got away from me.”

“Try not to eat any of the populace.”

“Yuck! Have you seen whatthey eat? I wouldn’t chew a monkey on a bet.”

“That’s not nice,” Drake said mildly.

“Yeah, yeah, pardon my un-fucking PC behavior. Humans, okay, and never mind what they originated

from. No, really! They should beproud to be shaved apes.”

“Tsk.”

“Hey, I’m glad I ran into you. You should head out to the Cape, say hi to the boss and Moira and those

guys. Did you hear Moira got hitched?”

“I did, yes. To a monkey, right?”

“Yeah, well…” Wade stretched; Drake could hear his tendons creaking and lengthening. Their change

was very close. Luckily, adolescence was far behind them both; they would stay well in control. “The

new alpha gal, Jeannie, she heard about…uh…she noticed that none of the Pack…uh…”

“Was cursed with a devastating handicap?” he asked pleasantly. He tapped his cane for emphasis.

Wade coughed. “Anyway, she hit the fucking roof when Michael told her the score, and they pissed and

moaned about it for, like, a damn month, during which time our fearless leader was sonot getting laid,

and finally Michael said it wasn’t an automatic, it would be up to the parents, and they both had to

agree.”

Drake was silent. For the Pack, this was forward thinking indeed. Handicaps were so rare they were

nearly unheard of, and when a Pack member was born blind, or deaf, or whatever, it had been tradition

since time out of mind that the sire killed the cub. The dam was usually too weak from whelping, but was

almost always in agreement.

Hissire, however, had died in Challenge before his birth, and his mother had wanted him. Had hidden

him away at the time so the well-meaning Pack leader, Michael’s father, couldn’t find him and kill him.

Had raised him defiantly and heartlessly—absolutely no quarter given, or asked.

Drake had eventually left the Pack on his own, made his way to Boston, made a life among humans.

Here, at least, he could hold his own. Humans didn’t care about Challenges. They didn’t evenknow

about them.

“Well, maybe I will pay them a visit,” he lied. “It’s been a long time.” Michael hadn’t even been pack

leader when he’d left…Moira had been a precocious brat, one of the few who’d tried to talk him out of

leaving.

No. Done was done.

“A long time?” Wade was saying. “Yeah, like about twenty years. It’s a little different now. Michael’s a

modern dude. No one will fuck with you.”

“Thanks for passing on the news. But I didn’t leave because I was afraid of being fucked with.”

“You did win all your Challenges,” Wade admitted.

“I left because I was never allowed to be myself.”

“You think you’re allowed thathere ? In Monkey Central?”

He shrugged. Loneliness was such a central factor of his life, he barely recognized it anymore. “It

doesn’t matter.”

“Well, think it over. I know Jeannie’d like to meet you. If nothing else, to be proved right. She lives for

that shit.” This was said in a tone of grudging admiration.

“We’ll see.”

Drake heard Wade inhale, and stretch again. “Fine, be a stubborn ass,I don’t care. Better beat feet out

of here. Gonna be a long one. Last night of the full moon.”

“Happy trails,” he said dryly. “Again, try not to eat anyone.”

“Again,” the larger man said, loping off, “don’t make me puke. Company coming.”

“Yes, I—” He nearly fell down, right there in the alley. “I know.”

“Jeez,” the girl said, coming closer. She glanced over her shoulder at the rapidly retreating Wade, then

turned and glared at the unconscious gang. “You gigantic losers!”

Everything was suddenly very bright, very sharp. The exhalations of the would-be attackers, Wade’s

retreating footsteps, the girl’s perfume—L’Occitane Green Tea.

He couldsee her.

Not sense her, not get an idea of where she was and how she felt by her voice.See her. Everything

around her was shades of gray, but she stood out like a beacon.

She was short—her head stopped right around the middle of his chest. And her hair was that light, sunny

color he assumed people meant when they said blonde. Her eyes were an odd color…not blue like ice

was blue, and not purple like people had described irises…somewhere in between.

Her hair was brutally short and so were her nails. She was wearing six earrings in her left ear, and eight

in her right. She had a nose ring, a hoop through her left eyebrow, and her shirt was short enough to

show off the bellybutton ring. Her stomach was sweetly rounded, and she was wearing shorts so brief

they were practically denim panties. Her black tights were strategically ripped, showing flashes of creamy

skin. Her tennis shoes (what color was that? Red? Orange?) were loosely tied with laces that weren’t

any color at all.

“Are you all right, guy? I’m really sorry if they tried anything. I told them to cut the shit. I didn’t think

they, y’know, meant it.”

He gaped at her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, glancing at the cane. “I didn’t realize. Do you need me to walk you somewhere?

Did they hurt you?”

“I can see you!”

“Ooooookey-dokey.” She took a cautious step backward. “Listen, I’ve got stuff to do tonight—last

chance. D’you need me to call you a cab or something?”

“Holy Mary Mother of God!”

“So, no. Well, ‘bye.” She turned, and, frozen, he watched her walk away. Her butt was flat, and she

hitched up her shorts, which gaped around her waist. He couldn’t begin to imagine her

age—twenty-two? Twenty-five? He had at least fifteen years on her.

He heard a crack, and dropped the cane—he’d been gripping it too hard, and it had split down the

middle. Why could he see her? Why now? Was it a function of the full moon? If so, why hadn’t it ever

happened before? Who was she? And where was she going in such a hurry?

The clouds scudded past the moon, and suddenly he had twice as many teeth.

CHAPTER THREE

Crescent stood on the rooftop and stared down at the street. It wasn’t so far. One measly story. Shoot,

people fell that far all the time and survived…mostly…and besides, she wasn’t a regular person.

Probably.

If she was ever going to fly, now was the time.

She put her hands on the ledge and started to boost herself up, when she felt a sharp tug on the seat of

her shorts and went flying backward. She hit the gravel rooftop and all the breath whooshed out of her

lungs. So she lay there and gasped like a fish out of water, and when she was able, rolled over on her

knees.

The largest wolf she had ever seen was sitting three feet away. She was too startled to be frightened.

And he wasn’t growling or biting, just staring at her in the moonlight.

A dog she could almost understand, even here, in the middle of the city. But a wolf? Where had it come

from? Did it escape from a zoo? And how did it get up on the roof? Could wolves climb fire escapes?

Was there a fire escape?

If she spread her fingers as wide as she could, its paws were just about that size. And its head was

almost twice as wide as hers, with deep, almost intelligent brown eyes. His fur was a rich, chocolate

brown shot with silver strands, and when the breeze ruffled its pelt, the wolf looked noble…almost

kingly.

“What’d you dothat for?” she asked the wolf. “If I want an animal biting my butt, I’ll start dating again.”

It stared at her. She supposed she should have been scared, but had no sense of menace from it.

“All the better to see you with, my dear,” she muttered. “Now you stay here. I have to do something.”

She got up, brushed the dust off her knees, and started for the ledge. She got about a step and a half

when she heard a warning growl behind her. She threw up her hands and spun around. “Jeez, whatare

you? Why are you picking on me? And why do you care? Look, I won’t get hurt. I can fly. I mean, I’m

pretty sure. And if I’m wrong—but I don’t think I am—it’s only one story.”

Nope. The wolf wasn’t buying it.

“Well, hell,” she said, and sat down cross-legged.

It had been a long day, and a longer night. Almost before she knew it, she was tipping sideways. The

gravel was probably cutting her cheek, but it felt like the softest of down pillows.

She slept.

CHAPTER FOUR

She was stiff, and freezing, and someone was shaking her by the shoulder. What the hell had happened

to her cot?

She opened her eyes to see a man down on one knee beside her. And, hello!Not bad for an old guy.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and had great dark eyes, brown hair touched with gray, and smile

lines bracketing his mouth. His shoulders, in the dark suit and greatcoat he wore, were impossibly broad.

His thighs were almost as big around as her waist, and he was crouching over her like a dark angel. It

was a little disturbing, but kind of cool.

“Good morning.” His voice was deep, pleasant. He probably worked in radio. “Are you all right?”

“Sure,” she said, but she groaned when she sat up. “I can’t believe I fell asleep up here.” She brushed

gravel off her cheek and looked around. The wolf was gone, thank goodness. “Oh, shit! I never got

to—never mind.”

“What are you doing up here?”

“Mind your own beeswax,” she said. “You can go now.”

“You don’t seem suicidal,” he commented.

“I’m not!”

“Then why are you up on a roof?”

“You’ll laugh at me.”

“Doubtful.”

“Also, it’s none of your business.”

“Well,” he said pleasantly, “I’m not leaving you up here by yourself. So you might as well tell me.”

“Dammit!” What was going on? First the gang decided to be dumb (dumber than usual, anyway,) then a

weird-ass giant wolf tormented her, and nowthis guy. God hated her is what it was. “Fine, I’ll tell. I’m

pretty sure I can fly. I’ve felt I could all my life. It sort of—runs in my family. Except my family’s all dead,

so I never really knew forsure for sure, y’know? So, anyway, last night I finally screwed up the courage

to try, but I couldn’t because—never mind, you’ll think I’m a nut-job. More so than now, I mean.

Anyway, that’s why I’m up here. Not to die. To fly.”

“Mmmm.” He put a big hand on her face and peered at her pupils. “Well, you’re not on drugs. That’s

something.”

“I quit doing drugs when I was seventeen,” she snapped, and batted his hand away. “I’ve been clean for

ages.”

“And you’re not terminally ill,” he finished.

“How d’you knowthat ?”

“I’m a doctor, it’s my job to know.”

“What, did you do a blood test in my sleep?”

He ignored that. “What’s your name?”

“Why do you care?”

He looked at her soberly. “I care.”

Weird. But cool. Okay, fine. “It’s Crescent.”

“That’s it?”

“No, I have a last name, but I’m not telling.”

“Why? Are you a fugitive?”

“I wish. It’s just that everybody laughs. You’ll laugh.”

He raised his hand, palm out. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

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