What Was That For?!
I spluttered, looking at my mom with my face dripping ice cold water. I'm pretty sure an ice cube or two had made it down my bra at this point, but I could care less.
My dad looked like a half-drowned rat might I add.
"What was that for?"
"For fighting." She snapped.
"For—mom you didn't have to throw a pitcher of water at us!" I looked back to see a very shocked Ben. His hair was wet and little droplets dappled his face. I let loose a short-lived giggle at his appearance.
"What's that?" Well, someone didn't get distracted by water.
"A giggle dad, really, you should get out more."
"Porsche Hauptman how do you explain this?" Now Mom was angry? Holy shit, what was I missing? I glanced behind me quickly to see Ben looking at the ground.
"How do I explain what?!" I looked from one parent to the other, trying to decipher their (Mom's) sudden mood-swing. I followed her gaze; Dad's eye was twitching too much, and brushed my fingers to the side of my neck.
"Oh…how do I explain that…" How do I explain that? "Last time I checked I didn't answer to either of y—" I stopped, mid-sentence, thinking better of it. "Fine, I happened to burn myself." Yeah, lst year.
"Burns heal right away." Dad growled.
"I'm part coyote, there's much doubt about my normality, Father Dearest."
"That's not a burn." He repeated.
Shit.
Every other kid in America can lie to their parents with a fifty-fifty chance their parents will fall for it. Why the hell do I have to be any different?!
I Changed.
Mom met me half-way, being the quicker out of her and Dad to change seeing as since I get mine from her side of the canine family.
Or is it a genus?
Oh, you know what, I flunked biology, I could care less.
I had a little advantage strength wise, and she had a little advantage agility wise, but we were pretty equal otherwise. Dad looked from one of us to the other as we wrestled, obviously distracted. I guess his wolf saw me as no threat to Mom.
Doesn't that make me feel good about myself?
Ben was watching too.
Warren picked his feet up as we rolled past.
"I would say 'dogfight' but it honestly looks more like a catfight…" He trailed off.
I nipped at his leg with a little spare time, drawing blood.
"Okay, no need to get angry." He snapped.
Dad picked up the phone. I recognized the key pads he pressed by the sounds. Mom did too. We both froze and turned to him.
"Mercy, what's the matter?" The voice on the other end sighed.
"This isn't Mercy…"
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"This is entirely your fault!" Dad yelled again. I cowered for a moment, if he wasn't careful he'd die too. "Mercy and Porsche are both bleeding right now and I'm surprised neither of them did more damage."
"Porsche fights too gently when she just jumps out like that, she wouldn't hurt a fly too badly either." Bran sighed.
I growled.
"Do you know what she did because of your sentence?" Dad glared at me and I bared my teeth.
"No idea, this is Mercy's daughter you're talking about. Everything the both of them do surprises me."
"She went out and got herself a hickey, Bran!" Mom snapped, she had already changed and put on clothes.
"…" There was silence, even the people I had heard in the background had shut-up. "I see."
"Are they sure it's not more than that?" I heard Charles ask.
"Did you catch that?"
"I caught that." Dad raised an eyebrow at me. His eyes weren't amber yet just turning amber. I was still almost safe if I just went and put clothes on now…
Mom was frowning.
I sprinted up the stairs, to my room, threw on the first outfit I found—ironically a wolf shirt with lamb suits hanging to a clothes line that spelt "like a wolf in sheep's clothing" on the back and jeans.
"Hey, can I talk to Bran alone?" I asked, snatching the phone and running to one, of our two, "sound-proof" rooms that was just far enough away that, if they listened to my request, no one would be able to hear me.
"What is going on over there?" He asked me.
"Um…well…I may have lied to my parents. They may have known I was lying. And then I got mad and Mom did too and we ended up bloody and poor Warren is missing a shoelace because it got caught on Mom's tooth…" I recapped.
"Why were you lying?"
"Because…it seemed like the right thing to do at the time…" I mumbled. Someone in the background of the call said something like "why the hell did she bother lying?"
"And what does Ben have to do with this?" He pushed.
I opened my mouth to say something but my wolf made it there before me.
"Mine." She growled.
Charles, Anna, and I think I heard Samuel laughing in the background. I rubbed my eyes, why did she have to speak.
"I'm sure he is." Bran chuckled.
"Stop laughing!" I whined.
"We're not laughing at you." Samuel assured.
"Just at your father's soon-to-be reaction." Charles laughed harder.
"Guys!" I complained.
"Sorry, sorry." They quieted before another outbreak of laughter began.
"Anna, I can't believe you're enjoying this!"
"I'm sorry, I really am, but you didn't see what Charles just pictured." She apologized.
"Bran, make them stop laughing at me!"
He was laughing too.
"BRAN!"
"Porsche, I feel bad for you, I really do, but it is pretty humorous. I mean imagine this: Adam's last wolf before the submissives is dating his daughter."
"'Dating' is a little weak." Another outbreak of laughter occurred.
"I'm so glad you're getting a kick out of this." I mumbled.
"He'll help you with your computer at least, that's always a plus." Anna offered.
"He'll help with more than just her computer." Samuel's voice could be heard.
"Ew, guys, I'm FIFTEEN!" But they were laughing harder if it was possible.
"How are you going to tell your father?" Bran asked seriously.
"Well, honestly, either Ben can risk his neck." I felt Mei grow angry at the thought, "Or I just won't bring it up."
"It'll be painfully obvious." Charles reminded, "You'll just inch closer and closer to him until you—" He didn't finish his sentence because Samuel cut in.
"Jump him."
Charles, Anna, and he all broke into another fit.
"GROW UP!" I yelled.
"Easy, Porsche, that's my ear."
"Sorry." I muttered.
"Well, I might as well tell him the news." Bran sighed, "If you do it, someone will lose their head."
"Point taken." I mumbled and stalked up the stairs. Holding the phone out to my father I yelled, "PHONE FOR YOU!"