Moon Blind Duology by Aimee Easterling

Author:Aimee Easterling
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf, archaeology, archaeologist, wolf shifter, urban fantasy, paranormal, alpha, pack
Publisher: Wetknee Books
Published: 2020-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

“SO,” DR. SANORA STARTED once we were settled in her office. “What’s going on?”

She didn’t smile. She never smiled around anyone except students. But her dark brown eyes were warm and non-judgmental. This was my chance to spill my guts.

I didn’t, of course. Dropping my gaze to her empty desk blotter, I redirected into an apology. “I’m sorry I was late and unprofessional. I overslept my alarm....”

“I don’t mean today. I’m referring to your recent pattern of behavior.”

I winced, fully aware that I hadn’t been giving my students the undivided attention they both paid for and deserved. Unfortunately, on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and all weekend, my wolf consumed me. Which meant coming to the university on an off day—like I had this morning—was a recipe for disaster.

Before I found a way to voice that problem in a human-friendly manner, Dr. Sanora lost patience with my silence. “What was your purpose in becoming a professor?” She leaned forward. Her head cocked. This wasn’t a rhetorical question. She really wanted to know.

“I...” It was hard to explain. I’d felt so alone as a child. Teachers had been my lifeline. I wanted to offer that same connection to those I taught.

Voicing that reasoning aloud sounded pitiful, however. So I went with the obvious instead.

“Archaeology is my passion. I want to share the past with scientists of the future.”

Dr. Sanora’s lips pursed and she hummed noncommittally. “Good words, but your actions don’t support them.” She pushed a sheaf of papers toward me and I barely had time to skim the first line before she continued. “I’ve received complaints from half a dozen students who are unable to stay late at night to find a spot in your office hours. They love you when you’re present, but you rarely are.”

Ungrateful brats. My wolf didn’t need to read the anonymized emails to come to her conclusion. I wriggled my butt against the seat cushion to remind her now was not the time to sprout a tail.

We’ll fix this. Today, I reminded my alter-ego. Aloud, I spouted similar promises. “I’ll do better.”

“See that you do.” Dr. Sanora opened her laptop and turned her attention to the screen, a clear dismissal.

But when I reached the door, she couldn’t resist a parting shot. “And put something on that blouse. Tomato juice or blood—once they dry, both stains are impossible to get out.”

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