Comes with the Territory

Chapter 9 CWT

He pouted, and a troop of burly men followed him inside, causing a roar of growls and hisses to rise from around me.

“Everyone, it is alright. Before I had to bring Mica here, we had made an alliance. He is welcome on our land for friendly matters,” Ethan spoke above the racket, ceasing it.

“And for cake?” I asked, making those who heard me laugh. It seems the uneasiness had blown over, but with me around, it is guaranteed to be back again. I just have that effect on people. They either love me or hate me. Usually the latter, but I hope it goes differently this go around. But who knows, I am me, right? Soon, with my luck, there will be an explosion and we will begin to vomit rainbows. Not a nice image, is it?

“Don’t worry, we are here on friendly terms, and we mostly don’t want cake. We just wanted to check on Mica, which seems to be pointless, seeing as she has already shifted and back again.” He said with a smirk, looking at me clothing and those around me.

“Everyone, this is Paul Harvey, First of the Harvey Pack. Alpha Harvey, this is some members of my pack,” Ethan introduced, shaking his hand. I walked up and held out my fist, waiting for a fist bump. He stared at it, and I wiggled it.

“Don’t just leave me hanging, dude!” I told him, rolling my eyes as he tenderly touched his fist with mine. What a dork, who doesn’t greet people with fist bumps?

“Mica, I would like to introduce you to someone. Do you promise not to attack him?” He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder with a serious expression on his face. I shrugged, looking past him for the mystery dude.

“No promises, but I’ll try my best,” I told him, which earned me a sigh of defeat. He nodded, accepting my answer. He motioned for someone, who was hidden from view by his minions, to come forth. His pack parted like the Red Sea, warily watching me for a reason I still don’t know.

“Mica, I would like to formally introduce you to my nephew, Marco Harvey,” he said unsteadily, and my eyes narrowed. So the douche who threatened me and caused me to shift wanted to meet me.

“Oh hell no, you are not coming here! Guards, off with his head!” I yelled, pointing at his fugly skater face. He held his hands up in surrender, only making my blood boil.

Hellcat, why am I so angry? I ask her, kind of frightened that I can be pushed so far over the edge, being so bloodthirsty.

Well, you are a tiger, and tigers aren’t exactly all sunshine and rainbows… And I was unlocked with anger, so you are more prone to it than others, so all-in-all; you are a time-bomb. Sorry, sweet cheeks, but you are probably going to end up on death row, or on a Dateline NBC TV show.

Thank you, almighty Tiger of Wisdom, you have my most humble thanks, I muttered darkly in my head, aggravated that I was aggravated.

“Now, Mica, I know that you don’t like me very much, but you like my uncle, so why don’t we call a truce?” He asked casually, and I bit my tongue in order to stop myself going all crazy-tiger on his lousy creeper arse.

“Fine,” I huffed, regaining control on my anger enough to give a quick smile to Paul, before turning to survey the growing crowd. Everyone was glaring at each other, puffing out their chests and shooting daggers with their eyes at the opposite pack. It reminded me of a Bar Mitzvah. Good times, good times…

Anyway, I squirmed through the masses, shoving people out of my way lightly. I found my way to my brother, who was talking to a girl who was blushing furiously, looking back at him shyly. Yay, a potential friend!

 “Hey, I’m Mica,” I introduced myself, skidding up to Ethan’s side as I looked her up and down. She was pretty, with long brown hair and big blue eyes that were hidden beneath some wicked glasses. She smiled back, her face downcast as she reddened even more. Ok, time to bring out the big guns.