Wolf Town by Bridget Essex

Author:Bridget Essex
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian, werewolf, lesbian romance, lesbian fiction, lesbian novel, lesbian book, lesbian romance novel, lesfic, lesbian werewolf, les fic
Publisher: Rose and Star Press

Chapter 10: The Ritual

Saturday morning dawned, brilliant and perfect. I opened my bedroom window and sat on a cushion on the floor for several long moments, head pillowed on my arms on the sill as I watched the sun come up over the edge of the world, golden beyond belief.

I felt golden, too, as I got dressed, layering my favorite swishy black skirt with a thin purple sweater. Black and purple—it’s a thing. My favorite silver pentacle clasped around my neck on a thin silver chain, a splash of pumpkin-scented perfume on my wrists, and I dashed out into the living room, putting my shoes on over purple- and black-striped socks.

“Where are you headed to?” asked Winnie, peeking up and over the edge of her see-through book from where she floated, about a foot above the comfy, plush chair in the corner.

“It's Farmer's Market day!” I told her with a wide smile as I bounced around on one foot, toeing my other foot into my favorite black flats. “I am about to pay a ridiculous amount of money for bars of soap that have interesting names and that smell out of this world. I’m also going to clean the stalls out of reasonably priced vegetables,” I grinned at her, gathering my cloth bags into one larger cloth bag and slinging the strap over my shoulder.

“I’d like to point out that you have a very impressive soap collection already,” said Winnie, with one brow raised. “I mean, I’ve never seen that much soap in one place before. At least forty bars. Not that I ever spent five minutes of my afterlife counting them—”

“I have a handmade soap addiction,” I nodded seriously. I told her goodbye and trotted down the steps through the Witch Way Café, and out into Wolf Town itself.

Outside, as early as it was, the townsfolk of Wolf Town were flooding the streets in anticipation of the Farmer's Market. Morgan had told me about it excitedly, how usually the Wolf Town Farmer’s Market was only a summer thing, with one exception: the weekend before the weekend before the Halloween Carnival, making it—essentially—the beginning of the Halloween festivities here in Wolf Town. That this year’s autumnal Farmer’s Market fell on a full moon was just too perfect, and it tickled me pink.

Speaking of colors, the woman who’d just walked past me down the sidewalk was wearing a multicolored plaid mini-skirt. It was retro and fabulous, but my brow furrowed as I stood there for a long moment. That skirt reminded me of something…

Wait. Plaid… Morgan’s plaid blanket. I paused at the edge of the Witch Way Cafe and peered around the building's wall, looking past it and into the brightening forest. We'd left our things in the woods before we dashed off to see fairies dancing… We’d forgotten to go back for them.

Had that even happened? Had any of it happened? The fairies, Morgan… It seemed like a perfect dream.

I sighed, stowed my cloth bags in the Witch Way Cafe's mailbox.

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