Werebeasts

Chapter Seven:

And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run in our blood,

That kind of luxe just ain't for us.

We crave a different kind of buzz.

Let me be your ruler (ruler),

You can call me queen Bee

And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.

Let me live that fantasy.

-Royals, Lorde

~*~

Orpheo followed Ama into the-were they in a bar? He cast a glance around in mild interest as he saw a smattering of chairs and tables, and then paused as he could hear a female singing from the bar itself. He was completely unfamiliar with the song (not that he heard much music anyway), and Ama noticed him listening, and smirked. 

"Do you think you could dance?" She taunted, and he frowned at her. 

"You want me to dance?"

"I want you to loosen up a bit. You're so tense, it's impossible to feel relaxed, even in this safe enviroment." Ama insisted, and he sighed.  

"I'm...I never danced before." He admitted, ducking his head in embarrassment. She laughed in delight. 

"Ha! Morton, you pay up later!" She called to the old man who'd given him food earlier. Morton rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and called, 

"Want me to turn up the music?" 

"Yeah! And put on...let's see..." She seemed to consider for a few seconds, before a wicked smirk came across her face that made Orpheo feel rather nervous about the upcoming 'dance'. More like him stepping on her toes constantly, he mused to himself with a small smile. 

"Put on Team by Lorde!" She called, and Morton smiled. 

"Good choice," Morton told her, and moved to exchange CDs from the boom box that was sitting on the bar's counter near the back. 

"I've never heard this one," Orpheo confessed as she began clearing a few tables by pushing them out of the way. Once they were pushed they slid all the way to the back wall, and he got the feeling that she was a lot stronger than she looked. 

"That's cause Lorde is new." She teased, grabbing his hand. "Okay...I'll lead, you follow." She suggested, and he shrugged. 

"I have no clue what I'm doing."

"You'll do fine," She said, suddenly seriously. "Come on..." And with that, she began to twirl him around, pulling his hand and arm above his head, twisting him in a circle. He was beginning to realize that dancing was just moving in a way that felt natural with the music...

Soon they were both laughing and having a good time, as he kept accidentally stepping on her toes, and she kept accidentally twisting him around into tables that she hadn't moved off to the back wall. Soon both were dizzy from all the twirling and twisting around from dancing, and he began to feel heat pouring from his body from the dancing. 

Dizzy, hot, and feeling unsteady on his feet he fell against the floor, with Ama falling to his side giggling helplessly. 

"You really are bad at dancing," She said with a loud laugh.

"I told you so. I've never really danced before. The last time I danced was with my mother, and we danced to some classic music." He explained, shrugging as he panted. Dancing was a lot harder than it seemed.

"Ama!" A familiar voice called, and she cast Orpheo an apologetic look, even as she flipped towards her feet, , turning around to help Orpheo up as she did. 

"Father! What's going on?"

"The Council is meeting tonight instead of tomorrow night. I know that your friend still needs time to recover, but the Council is demanding answers. And things are far more dire than we suspected, for the boarder guard were attacked this afternoon by a pack of wolf shifters." He said, seriously. 

"Was anyone hurt? Killed?" Ama demanded, already looking to reach for her weapons. Orpheo wondered just how much of a warrior she really was, and if he was way outclassed in this group of people...

"Nay," Her father said with a frown on his face. "It was...quite odd. It was as though they were searching for something, and did not wish to cause a war, but still needed to find whatever it was they were looking for."

"Odd indeed. Father...this is Orpheo. Orpheo, this is my father...King of the Shifters," Ama introduced. 

Orpheo tensed then, realizing that he was in more trouble than he realized. 

"Relax, lad." Her father said with a laugh. "We're not going to hurt you. Instead, we wish to thank you. You helped us when you could have turned us away." 

He frowned, wondering what he meant by that statement, when Ama's father abruptly turned away. 

"I've got to go back to the Councilmen. Morion wlil be demanding answers by this point, and Agasta will wish to consult with the scrolls." He said, bowing his head towards Ama, who returned the bow. "Orpheo, you must continue to rest and heal. Do not worry about your safety here...all will make sure you are well protected. Ama will show you to your room that we have set aside for you." He added turning on his feet, and heading out.

Orpheo turned towards Ama.

"So...you're a princess?" He asked, and she blushed bright red. 

"Oh, shut up." She grumbled. "I'm royalty, yes, but I can still wipe the floor with you when it comes to dancing." She said with a smirk. 

He smiled at her in return, but he couldn't help but feel confused and bewidlered at all the attention that he was recieving. Was it because they thought he coudl no longer shift forms? But Morton had seen him shift into a different creature...

He turned towards Ama. 

"So...where am I supposedly staying?" He asked, and she grinned at him. 

"Oh, you're going to love this." She said, and began moving off towards the hall. He cast a look towards Morton, but Morton had apparently vanished during the talk with the King, and he shrugged and moved to follow.