Category: Martha Bozeman

Once in a Blue Moon

Emilio hadn’t told her anything.

It was what he hadn’t said that gave her heart wings.

When she first approached Martha’s caretaker, ranch hand, whatever, disguised as one of the women from the Reservation, she’d been terrified of what she might learn. She’d lingered outside Merlotte’s as long as she dared but no one, it seemed, was discussing Emma and Martha’s absence. She’d tried to steer clear of Sam and any Were or Panthers who had turned up but her need for information eventually brought her back around. Just like it brought her here tonight.

According to Emilio, Emma and Martha weren’t here. That much, Luna had already figured out for herself. He denied knowing where they were. Didn’t know when or even if they’d be back. That was all it took. They were alive! And they still had the protection of the Pack or there would have been more to hear than silence. The unspoken reassurance that Martha and Emma had left on their own terms and were staying away for their own reasons brought her back to life.

She stripped off her “borrowed” clothes, careful to soak them in the pond Sam loved to swim in to wash away her scent. As the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, she could feel the lure of the full moon tugging at her even though she’d been skin walking. Evidently, skin walking didn’t ease that itch. It didn’t matter. She made better time on four feet than two anyway. Shifting back into the now familiar collie form, Luna began to run. Without any idea where Martha and Emma might have gone, Luna followed her instincts heading south. After all, in Louisiana all roads lead to New Orleans….



Full Crow Moon

NOTE: this is a companion piece to Adjusting by @MarthaBozeman

Pulling up to Martha’s ranch still felt surreal to Luna. She kept expecting Marcus to burst through the door and demand where she had been, why his mother was taking care of Emma when it was her job as Emma’s mother and his mate. Luna shoved the those thoughts aside, knowing that hard on their heels would come the knowledge that Marcus would be absolutely¬†thrilled that his daughter was a Were rather than a shifter like Luna. Just another weapon he could wield against her.

Luna slammed the car door on the past. Marcus was dead and Martha…Martha had changed. Luna felt guilty about calling her former mother-in-law to babysit Emma because she hated to impose on the older woman, not because she was afraid what Emma might learn or do while in Martha’s care. She knew, without a doubt, that Martha would do anything to protect Emma. What more could a mother ask?

Stepping up onto the porch, Luna knocked softly. Martha opened the door almost immediately implying she’d been waiting for her.

“Emma’s resting, she’s fine, or as fine as a little one is going to be on the day of a full moon,” Martha said before Luna could ask.

Luna felt her shoulders sag with relief. She hadn’t even realized how tense she was. Even after Martha had called to tell her Emma was settled in for a late nap, Luna hadn’t relaxed. She kept thinking she should be with her daughter, not standing in front of a room of teenagers who couldn’t care less if she was there or not.

“Thanks, Martha,” Luna smiled, stepping inside. “I’m sorry about the short notice. I thought she’d be ok, she weathered the last full moon pretty well but this one seems to be hitting her harder. I’m not sure why.”

Luna hadn’t had to call Martha. She could have called Sam, who would have been glad to keep an eye on Emma either in his office or his trailer. But Sam had a business to run and Emma wasn’t his daughter. It wasn’t fair to burden him with taking care of her. But that wasn’t the only reason Luna had called Martha. Sam was a shifter, like Luna. Martha was a Were, like Emma. And Luna was afraid that Emma’s powerful reaction to the full moon had more to do with her Were heritage than Luna realized. The truth was Luna didn’t know much about Weres or their young. What she had learned she had forcibly tried to forget after her divorce. As a result, she wasn’t sure what was happening with her daughter. She hoped that is it was something Were related Martha would know.