Moon Massage Stockton Novels & Stories

Rose instructs, her tone leaving no room for argument. She settles into a rhythm, listing everything I need to be mindful of. "Traditionally, moonwater baths are taken weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly—whichever suits you best. Lunas often find them quite soothing. The pack house workers will be informed about what you can and cannot eat. I’ll also prepare a tincture for your health, to be taken daily, along with a salve for your belly. There’s no need for a bump yet—it’s meant to nurture the baby. Apply it before bed or after bathing." I nod, absorbing each word.

Moon’s cell contained only a bed, sink and toilet. “It is sad to see him this way.” Rusty paused. “I will bring a chair for you to sit on and a blanket to keep you warm. I’ll return shortly. Do not go near the bars.” “No one is down here with him?” She peered around the dim basement. “Someone should be monitoring him at all times.” “He’s sleeping and the officer upstairs will hear if he wakes. Moon has been very loud since his attack. Seeing other males sets him off. It’s best if none are within sight or smell.”

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.

Lynn Louden glared at the glowing link stone on the wall of Moon Den 369. The automated pack recording droned loudly through the crystal speaker. "Thank you for calling the Royal Woods Moon Residences office," the recorded voice said. "Our pack business hours are nine to five, Monday through Friday." "Dammit," Lynn growled, slamming his hand against the stone to cut the link. He frantically punched the emergency rune to reach the on-call worker. The line vibrated once, twice, three times.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

A sound ripped out of Draven that was almost a snarl and almost relief. Greta nodded once, satisfied. “Spell residue on her skin. Her pupils are pinned and not responding like normal sedation. She’s under. Deep. Witches call it moon-sleep. You dump enough herb and binding smoke on a wolf, you can drown them without water. It’s a forced shut-down. Body stays on. Mind goes dark.” “How long?” Kade demanded.

“If they wanted that I would be dead, right?” “Depends. Have they said why they are waiting to do this ritual?” “They said that it needs to be the right type of moon.” “How convenient, don’t you think? They don’t want peace or else they wouldn’t be stalling like this. There’s another reason. Do they have you chained up somewhere?” I shake my head. ‘No, not everyone is into BDSM, Frank. Right now, I am by the pool sipping on a cocktail.” I hear him growl. “Keep delluding yourself, Sugar. You are treating this like some kind of spa retreat! This is fucking lunacy!”

“Skip the shower. Let me run you a bath instead. A hot soak will help. You need to let your body catch up with your head before you tear yourself apart.” Before I can argue, he disappears out the door. Parker moves to sit behind me on the bed, his hands smooth over my shoulders, and then he applies pressure, massaging the knots I can feel there. “You’re carrying the whole world up here,” he hums. “It feels like it,” I say with a shaky laugh. “Then let me tell you something that Ronnie used to tell us as kids, back when we were terrified and grieving.” He says softly. “Do you know why our Moon Goddess is always painted with her hands open?”