MoonKissed, A Comment

MoonKissed, A Comment.

     If you have visited my links to “Alpha’s Mate” it might be confusing to also read “MoonKissed, A Work of Fiction”.  So I thought to explain:

     “Alpha’s Mate” is set in current time in Russia, but is a completely different world from the world of MoonKissed.  I decided to experiment in writing in first person and MoonKissed was born.  I also wanted to write something humorous as well as encompass a mystery.  Amanda McKenna became my first werewolf detective.

    I always wondered about the Werewolf mythology, connecting the actual shifting into a wolf to the full moon.  If you look at some of the beliefs about the moon being a feminine energy, connected to the tides and 28 day cycle.  It made sense to create a world where only women can be werewolves.  Also the word “luna” is the root for “Lunacy” or “Lunatic” and it is believed that everyone gets a little crazy under the full moon.  Besides being crazy, it can also mean “foolishness” or “foolery”.

    So there you have it.  Two worlds for people who are kissed by the moon.  I hope you join me in the journey.

MoonKissed, A work of fiction, part two.

Chapter One, Part Two:

Anyway, today I was looking for a missing kid.  I had a lead that a little boy matching the description had been seen wandering down by one of the creeks, or runs as they are called in Virginia.  I had been following my nose as it were and had picked up the smell of bubblegum and sweat.  Thinking that I might have caught a break and could get this kid home to his worried parents by dinner time, made me elated.  That is the part of the job I love the most, happy endings.

So I followed the smell into this abandoned building.  Instead of finding the kid I was looking for I found a bank robber who had a thing for bubble gum.  When he pulled his gun I just knew my day wasn’t going to get any better.  Of course I lunged at him, the moonkissed can move pretty quick, and got a bullet to the shoulder for my trouble. 

“Damn that hurts”

  After, I subdued the culprit and had him handcuffed, my foot in the middle of his back.   I debated what to do about the blood running down my arm.  I knew it would heal quickly, but if I called the cops in they would want me to see a doctor or at least an EMT.  But I can’t do that.  Keeping our status as moonkissed, has been a secret for thousands of years.  The ruling council of priestesses wanted to keep it that way.  Don’t get me started on the ruling council.  My aunt just happens to be the head priestess and yes, she tries to make my life miserable.

So, I could change into a wolf and the wound would disappear completely.  But that meant giving the bank robber a peep show since I would have to strip in order to save my clothes. Decisions, decisions….  Finally I decided to knock the guy out so he wouldn’t see me change.  I don’t let just anyone see me naked.

MoonKissed, A work of fiction

MOONKISSED

Chapter One, Part One:

Being a were-wolf gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “that time of the month.”  Because when it’s that time of the month for a female were-wolf, you don’t have to “just” worry about PMS or cramps, you have to worry about things getting hairy.

Of course all were-wolves are female.  There are no male were-wolves, and all the books and movies that say so are wrong.  It has to do with the moon, and the tides, and the female energy, and finally with the X chromosome.  And it’s not a curse, in fact it was originally a blessing given by Luna to her priestesses.  It was called being Moonkissed, which is what the older were-wolves like to be called.  That or “The descendants of the priestesses of Luna.”

Then it was passed down from mother to daughter through the ages until today.  So here I am, Amanda McKenna, one of the Moonkissed living in the greater Washington DC area, oh, and I am a Detective.  Yes, I’ve heard all the jokes about taking a “bite” out of crime and sniffing out the clues.  My cousin and partner, Derek Cartwright, won’t let a day go by without some wise crack or other. He’s just jealous because he’s normal.   Which also gives a different meaning to the word “Bitch” or maybe not.