The Moon-Blessed Sisterhood

"Yes, I've heard of them," Natalia said. "When I first caught wind of what the Thothmes Society was up to, I naturally did some research into werewolves, and the Sisterhood's name came up several times. If you believe the stories, they've been around for hundreds of years - but not in medieval France, presumably, if you've never heard of them. Certainly none of the reports I found happened to come from France. As for trusting them, I don't think we have much alternative." "We may not have used the same name in medieval France, but that doesn't necessarily mean we weren't around," the woman said enigmatically.

By this time Ana and Nat were both fully dressed. "We must be well away before the Thothmes Society can trace you here," the woman said, hustling them along. "My car's parked as near as I could get, a quarter of a mile away. Oh, I ought to tell you my name. I'm Irene." "I'm Natalia and this is Anastasia, but I suspect that you already knew that."

"So how did you find us?" Anastasia asked. "It really wasn't very difficult for one such as me to pick up and follow your scent. I'm talking perfectly literally of course. There was an element of luck that one of us happened to be in the neighbourhood, though. This area happens to be a favourite of mine, where I can run free with a reasonable degree of safety on the nights of the full moon." "And how did you know the Society were after us?" "The Sisterhood has a spy within the Society. We knew about you, Anastasia, and I'd even seen a photo of you. We knew you'd given the Society the slip, but we hadn't been able to trace you. Your friend must have done a good job, to keep both us and the Society from finding you till now."

Anastasia suddenly remembered something. "You took several bullets in the chest last night, Nat. How are you feeling?" "I noticed when I put on the blouse Irene gave me that the scars are already almost gone. The regenerative ability I've got now is truly amazing." Irene looked concerned. "I didn't know you'd been shot. The bullets must still be inside you, and they can't be doing you any good. They may work their way out naturally over time, but I think you ought to see one of our doctors. I suppose the Society must have been hoping to disable you both without killing you. If they'd wanted you dead, they'd have used silver bullets."

By this time they had arrived at Irene's car. They got in, and she drove along the highway beside the Hudson in the upstream direction.

"You call yourselves the Moon-Blessed Sisterhood," Anastasia said to Irene. "Don't you have much to do with male werewolves?"

1. "Male werewolves are a liability, as they have no control over thmselves in their bestial form, so we keep well clear of them."
2. "Didn't you know?! There are no male werewolves. Men are immune. Though the Thothmes Society may be hoping to change that."
3. "We don't know why, but being a werewolf and being a lesbian seem to be linked."

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