To Love a Stray

Chapter 19

Hi readers,

In this chapter the story shall be told solely from the POV of Kurt Black, Rosy’s Uncle.

Mygypsy.

　

The shrill ring of my mobile phone had woken me instantly. I had swung my legs around so I could sit on the edge of the bed as I sat up to answer the call. I remember glancing at the illuminated screen in my hand to check who the call was from even as I was preparing to answer it. The name Sam showed clearly on the screen causing me to groan. This predawn call surely heralded trouble.

I suppose I should introduce myself before I go any further. I am Kurt Black, Alpha to my wife’s clan and I rule over the territory in partnership with my wife.

Why do I tell this part of the story? Because I don’t think either my niece Rosy MacIntosh or young Micah Williamson would be able to give an accurate account of what took place in those forty-eight hours. There’s too much pain on both their parts to be able to give an unbiased view. I am no stranger to troubled phone calls at odd hours, but they usually come from the mobile phone devoted solely to my counselling work. I am an Australian werecat but I make a good living working as a counsellor helping families learn to communicate or to reconnect after tragedy.

With my enhanced physical senses I can help people connect with their true feelings. Usually anger clouds and confuses the mind, masking the deeper emotions beneath it. Anger can be caused by a lot of other emotions; guilt and loss often generate anger and confuse the individual. Once a person understands why they feel anger, understand the emotions fuelling the anger, then they can begin to heal.

Like for instance this argument between my niece and her fiancé and her wanting to end their engagement. Having spoken briefly with both parties involved I have an idea of what is causing the argument between them and hope I can help them begin to heal the rift.

"Yeah hallo," I say as I identify the caller, my nephew.

"It would be good if all of you could get here as soon as you grab some breakfast," The voice on the other end says without a greeting.

I get to my feet and move to the door that joins two hotel rooms. I open the door and walk into the other room as I talk.

"Trouble?" I ask as I glance around taking in the sight of my security crew in various stages of waking and getting to their feet.

"Yeah, we just had Micah here demanding to come in and talk with Rosy," Mitchell says with a tired sounding sigh. "Fortunately she’s still sleeping off a pain relief injection for her wrist."

"We’re on the move now. Call if you need us to hurry," I say before ending the call and glancing around.

"Do you want me to go and wake Ray MacIntosh?" My oldest son Dave asks as he approaches me. Dave is the head of my security team, my band of warriors. I give a quick nod pleased to be relieved of having to face my brother-in-law this early in the morning. I don’t look forward to the drawn out disagreement that is sure to resume between us.

Ray has been making no secret of the fact he would like to see Rosy leave the Williamson Clan and settle somewhere else. I had often got the impression Ray had long held the suspicion that Jeddah’s friendship with Marissa Williamson had contributed to Jeddah walking out of their marriage. I push my concerns about Ray aside and watch my son leave the room heading for where Ray has rented a room by himself.

"Everyone on your feet and ready to leave in five minutes," I say firmly as I glance around.

There are seven husky toms left in the room, all of them are trained security staff at a large entertainment centre where international bands come to perform. Considering Micah Williamson’s persistence in trying to speak to Rosy despite her reluctance to see him I am glad they will be with us today.