Louise had her hand on the door handle of her car when the scream tore through the humid afternoon air.
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
It wasn't a question; it was a shriek of primal entitlement.
Louise paused. She took a deep breath, the scent of rain and pine filling her lungs. She could have just gotten in the car. She could have driven away and left Natalie Sterling screaming at the wind.
But the Moon Goddess—or perhaps just Louise’s own simmering rage demanded a closing statement.
She turned around.
Natalie had run down the porch steps. She stood in the driveway, barefoot on the sharp gravel, her chest heaving. Her face was a ruin of splotchy red anger and running mascara. She looked like a debutante who had survived a shipwreck, only to find out the rescue boat was full.
"Do
