Thinking about it I realized it had gotten considerably more quiet in the house while I was in the shower, and having been in a bad mood, this shower lasted nearly an hour. Thank god. That must mean that every one else was gone. But now I was left wondering, what about me?

As if hearing the thought swirl around in my mind, the second lion-lady, the one who seemed to be in charge started to pace, and speak. Her voice was harsh sounding, and raspy, as if she were recovering from a sore throat.

"I am Niyol, the…as you would call it, Alphess of my pride. I am here to give you your options. " She stated, not giving me time to speak. I remembered recently hearing about the new pride of Lion-shifters that moved into our territory, I did not think something like this could. . . Or would happen at the time. Obviously, I was wrong.

"Either you and yours leave this city all together before the second night, " She said, pausing before continuing, her eyes narrowed to slits. "Or we will come in and kill you all. This is our turf now, " As if to make a point she stepped up to me, I had to tilt my head up to look at her. A low growl tricked from her throat, and she bared not-so-human teeth at me. Some one seemed to spend a little bit to much time in their other shape. I merely smiled, rising a brow at her.

"I will inform my family," I said with false sweetness, before adding on in a not-so kind tone,

" Now while this is still our land, Leave. "

Niyol lifted a hand to slap me again, "Your insolence knows no bounds, does it? " She spat while her hand darted forward, almost to fast. I shifted to the left a fraction, and her hand hit nothing.

"Go." I repeated. I was losing my patience, and I could hear the family coming home. "Or the wolves will eat well tonight, picking our teeth with your bones, "

They too, heard what I did, and with a final, scorching look, they darted out the back door. "Damn " I leaned casually against the counter, wondering how red the mark on my face was, or if it was bruising. My father and brother, plus the cat-boy from before pushed through the front door, and froze. I knew they could smell the lions, and me, my fear. They rushed into the kitchen, taking in what they saw, probably me, trying to be casual against the counter with a red hand print on my face, eyes still yellow, and pent up fear leaking through. Great.

"What happened? " My father thundered, obviously not to pleased with the sight of me, or the smells. The cat-boy, whose name I still did not know,stood there wide-eyed.

Quinn sauntered over to me, examining the mark on my face. "So the Lions came in huh? " He said, voice hallow with anger.

"Oh yeah sure. And apparently they want us out, " I said grinning. Perhaps making it seem like no big deal would keep my Dad from hunting those two down.

"Either we leave in the next two days, or they will hunt us. " I told them, blinking and taking deep breaths.

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