Secrets

Chapter 6: Secret To A Cat Tail

Camilla p.o.v

I don't think I have ever cried so much before. It felt good but I wasn't ready to face Damon. I ended up playing it off as me apolgizing to my mom which I wanted to do, but not like that. Mom manage to understand my feelings as she led me out of the room and away from the onlookers in the room. I can't help myself, but need to run away from the new threat, and that threat was Damon.

Mom led me to my room as we sat on the floor our backs up against the bed. "What do I do?" I asked her not wanting to know her answer, but yet I needed to know everything I could to gather things up to see what I am dealing with. For one I never been in a relationship before and even though Damon and I aren't real cousin I still see him like that. They boy who would make his friends eat worms when were little, took me to the beach because I was scared of the woods, and always defended me from the older kids.

To me I can only see my cousin, and even the new version of him! The dark, moody type that only jokes with his friends.I can handle him ignoring me every day if only it meant I wouldn't haven't to deal with this.

"Well for one I just recieved to much information for one day. I know you can only see Damon as your cousin and I bet he is the same way, but you can't reject him. I don't know how the mating bond affects werecats in this situation but for a wolf it hurts so much we wish for death. When I thought your dad left us I fell into depression. I didn't kill myself even though the thoughts and the pain pushed me that way. I had to fend for you girls with every dying breath I could muster. Coming back to my homeland it seem to sooth that part" my mom said. Her hands slowly rub up and down my arm trying to create a soothing mixture.

"I can't be the reason he kills himself! God why me" I said. The tears that I thought I was over with came back. I buried my face into my hands trying to muffle there horrible sounds. Crying was something I didn't want to do. I hate crying with a passion and when times force me to become one with what I hate I can't seem to stop.

"Camilla you're beautiful, and I don't care if your truly not my daughter. I will always love you and care for you" she whispered as she made my head in her lap. She stroked my hair as I slowly began to calm down piece by piece. There was a knock before someone stepped in....well two people stepped in.

"Has she stop crying" my aunt soft voice met my ears. I turned my body around so I could burry it in my mom stomach.

"Well I'm sure she stopped crying, but now i'm not sure what's wrong" my mom said chuckling.

I knew who the other person was as soon as the door open. His scent washed in and created a quarrel within me, so to stop the bad thoughts from seeping in I turned to inhale my mother scent. Her scent did me some good, but not a lot. My body shaked to the thought of him being close. My inner cat, who was not helping me, was purring at his smell. I would've thought she be on my side, plus isn't this the whole dog vs. cat thing?

"Camilla are you okay?" my aunt asked kneeling beside us. Peeking out I couldn't help the red blush spreading on my face when I met Damon face.

"I'm not sure...umm can I just speak to you and mom?" I asked in a low whisper. Aunt Mariah stood up and shoo Damon out who had the most sullen look ever. slowly easing my body up off of my mom lap I whipped away any of the stray tears the could be on my face.

"What can I do? I can't stop these overwhelming feelings" I choked out on. I mean it when I saw that. Everything hitting me with everything it got.

"We'll have to find someone who knows more on your kind. Let me see if a elder does" aunt Mariah said running out the door. His scent was hitting me with a ton of bricks and I whimpered. Even though I could sense he was outside creating a distance it was like he was super close to me anyways.

After a while I finally grabbed my blanket that held my scent and my fathers faint one and shoved it on my face. Aunt Mariah and a elder came in. She was a elder with old beauty. Her long white hair was half braided on both sides of her body.

"I never thought I would see a werecat again. So young as well" she said kneeling beside me. She placed her fingers under my chin lifting it up slightly cheeking me over. Her warm cinnamon smell washed over me exiting Damon scent.

"I see you just found your mate, and it a little earlier. Werecats hardly ever find there mates till the age to twenty-one" she said turning to look at the other two women.

"Why so long?" my mom asked standing by Aunt Mariah.

"I guess the urges are hitting you. His smell is driving you crazy, and you want to be near him even though your mind screaming no. This is why werecats don't get mates till twenty-one so they can control these things. What I'm saying is werecats are really sexual when it comes to mates. Just tell the lucky man this and make him make boundaries to where he can stop you if you loose to that urge" she said patting my head. My face was really red at this.

"Damon coming back. Better tell him everything" Aunt Mariah said. True to her word Damon walked in and god the thoughts ruining though my head made me second think if I was truly a virgin or not. The elder notice and wrapped a scarf that was around her neck. Turning she explain everything to Damon who had his neutral face on.

"I might add this as well. Werecat's tend to anger quickly even worse then we wolves, and there are ways to calm them down. Secrets a friend told me a long time ago. Camilla come here" the elder said. I stood up avoiding Damon eyes and walk in front of her. She pulled the scarf off and smirked.

Placing her hand right on my head she moved her finger quickly. She rub over the spot where ears were earlier and the craziest thing happen. The pop up including my tail.

"Step one make the tails and ears appear. When that happen there two ways to go. The safe way is to rub the ears till the werecat is in a gooy mess and all traces of anger have disappered, or you can go the more pleasurable way and rub the tail" she laughed rubbing my ears. Oh my god this felt like heaven.

"Why is the tail pleasurable?" Aunt Mariah asked. Some how she had a pencil and paper in hand writing everything down. Is she a ninja?

"Oh this is a mate favorite trick. You see when the tail is grabbed, rubbed, or stroked it sends the werecat, mainly females, into a sexual drive" the elder explained. With that she grabbed my tail and that's when I fell to the floor not able to move at all. The feelings drove into me quickly making my whimper.

"Or it could render them useless like that. Reason why werecats don't show there half transformations that much" the elder chuckled rubbing my ears again.

My mom quickly grew closer to me and help me up. My legs were like jelly so I ended up leaning against her.

"This one is young and has a lot to learn, but I have great faith for you child" the elder whispered as she passed by me. The woman comes to give me information and ends up playing tricks and turning me into a hot mess. I'm never going to show my tail ever again!