TRoaW-Ch.3

I sat in the lobby of the hospital, holding a stack of pamphlets that the counselor had given to me. Her name was Miss Meade and she looked about my age. But she'd been counselling people with lycanthropy for years. After that I put her at about mid-forties. I chuckled looking at one pamphlet that said "Living With Lycanthropy". Inside there were calendar dates of full moons and who to contact in case of an emergency.

Cheryl probably would have gotten a kick out of all the paraphenailia. It reminded me of what the faculty had done in junior high school to make all the females aware of menstruation. Some of the pamphlets were called Your Body, Your Self and Your Changing Body. It almost funny. Almost.

I stuck the flyers in the duffle bag Kylie brought and began to stare into space. Apparently, Miss Meade had spoken with the werepanthers in the city and they agreed to send someone to get me if I couldn't speak with my parents.

It was sickening. After all was said, Miss Meade smiled and told me to "Have a great time with my new family." Ri-ght.

I found myself staring into space. It had been almost two hours since I'd sat down and I was getting impatient. I looked at my watch then towards the sliding glass door to the entrance of the hospital.

Two people walked inside. The first, a female about mid-to-late twenties. Black hair that hung over her shoulders in long strands. She turned around and I could see that her hair was up in two black chopsticks. Her alabaster skin look even more pale in contrast to the black leather halter dress she wore. Her needle-like stilettos clicked on the tiled floor of the lobby. If it wasn't for the sunlight gleaming off of the heels I would never had noticed that they were made of metal. Spiffy.

The man walked behind her all smiles. He winked at the women sitting in the reception desk. He looked like the epitome of college football star. If Ken was in college that's what this man would've looked like. All-American. As wholesome as white bread. He even walked with cockiness. Pelvis jutted out, back straight. God, he probably even liked apple pie. The women behind the desk were all a-fluster. One even fanned herself with a stack of printer paper.

The male came up behind me. I could feel his presence looming over me. Or was it the fact that he was about six feet two? "I heard that MmmKayla. Sometimes you forget I'm a werepanther and have excellant hearing too."

M'Kayla turned piercing gray eyes to him. "I think sometimes you forget you're an underling." She rose a brow at him.

"Not this again." He rolled his eyes. He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't believe a word she says to you about me. She's just a bitch on wheels."

"I'll show you a bitch." She said, taking a few steps towards Mark, our bodies almost touching. I had to look up just a tad to see her face which put her at about five foot seven, with heels. Without she was prolly my height.

"Just what I thought." She said, stepping back. "Now, can you shut the fuck up long enough for us to get in the car and be on our way?"

The 'car' as they so simply put it, was a black stretched limo. The seats were like leather marshmellows and nearly sucked me in. The bar was overflowing with all kinds of drinks. And not just liquor, mind you. Sodas, juices, milks. There were in strawberries; chocolate-covered and regular.

Riding with two pissed off werepanthers was something for the books. Tension whirled around in the car like a bad scent. I even shifted in my seat.

I reached in my bag and pulled out one of the pamphlets. I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and was right. "What?"

M'Kayla took it from me. "The first then you need to know is that this.." She waved the paper for emphasis. "--Is major bullshit." She began to tear up the pamphlets into little pieces.

M'Kayla continued. "Humans know jack shit about being a were. What you need to learn isn't in a fucking pamphlet. It's experience." She smirked. "By living it." She crossed and uncrossed her legs making the leather seat and her leather dress make those sounds that leather makes. She looked..dangerous.

I don't think I was liking her too much. She seemed as if she had a lot of resentment towards.....hell, the whole world.

"Certainly would, wouldn't it." I scoffed. "Because when I wake up the next morning, I'll have a hangover, I'll still be a werepanther and my best friend would still be dead."

"Naw, cause it would take more than the average human being to get drink. We have a high tolerance for things like that. Which is probably why we all despise going to the dentist." He chuckled.