"I think everyone knows that I'm not a normal wolf." I told her as we laid together on the bed in our new suite. When we'd asked for a room, Marcus, bewildered, told us that would be unacceptable. 'How many times do I ever get too see my grandson and his lovely mate.' I started to think that it was me who was changing the men of my family. They'd always been hated, my father especially, until I came around. I guess it was just since I was in close proximity of them and their friends.

And yet. Here was different. Marcus always had eyes on him while he was out in the open. And he always, kind of scowled. I was a little shocked to see how he acted around normal... werewolves. He seemed to have a hierarchy deal going on around here. Children always left whatever room he walked into, and people stood at the scent of him. Which I found out a few hours after Angie and I finally came in from the fields. It was stronger, more distinguished. Like walking into a perfume department, mens ware of course.

"Yeah, I seemed to notice that as well." She said. I could see her memories of how people looked at me. Almost fearfully. Nothing like how they treated Marcus. The children that ran around here were almost always around the next corner, watching me when I was outside, or by the door to my suite. "You almost upstage your Grandad." She said.

I shrugged. I didn't want to think like that. Feeling that guilt wad up, as if I'd be trying to take over his title or something. It felt wrong to think about.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I was just saying, it is a little intrusive."

"Yeah." Then something hit me. And it was completely random. There was nothing in the room that reminded me of them, not even the situation I was in. Angela lay naked under the covers resting on me, twirling my shoulder length hair... there was nothing that really could have sparked this, but I asked anyway. "Where are Nick and Emily?"

"Definitely avoiding you." She said, making me feel bad. Well, I did try to choke her too death a few days ago, so this was too be expected. Though, I did sense that she hadn't meant it like that. Rather she meant to say it in a tone that meant she was angry at them for being so childish. Now that was harsh.

"Come on. I feel really bad about what I did." I wined too her, praying she'd get over this. She was still angry with Emily for the whole thing with her mom also, so that didn't help either. I really wish everybody would just get along.

"Don't we all."

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I didn't know how to really go about addressing my grandfather in public. Call me childish if you want, but I was really at a loss when I saw him standing next to... Tony?

He looked good for a man who I'd crippled so many weeks ago. And as he talked to Marcus, waving his hand and laughing with my grandfather, I saw he was completely healed. No plague symptoms... no nothing. And for the second, that wasn't sadness that I couldn't inflict pain onto him like I'd wanted at the time... rather, it was a sense of curiosity that seemed to entrance me.

"Michael!" Marcus yelled over too us happily, "Come on over, bring Angela." As he turned back to Tony, I noticed that the man wasn't even phased by my being here. But still, Angela ushered me forward, to greet my once fallen enemy.

"Tony, Bernice." He said, motioning to the tall, strawberry blond woman clinging to his arm and smiling through what could only be explained as pain. It bothered me a little, but as I approached them, I smiled. "This is Michael, of course, and his mate Angela." His tone was very pleasing and sophisticated. Something I definitely wasn't used too.

"I remember you." Tony said. "It's better seeing you under less... exhilarating circumstances." His smile and slight British accent, were definitely a surprise. And even though, I'd tried too kill him, he held out his hand and shook mine like I'd been a long lost brother.

"Agreed." I almost stuttered. We all exchanged handshakes, and I noted that Bernice's hands were almost a little clammy. And her scent was doubled, and human. Something had been different about it though. I'd only remembered one other time where I'd ever smelt anything as... different. And that was almost three years ago. Our teacher was about to take leave to give birth too her two... children.

"If I'm not being too personal," I started, "I'd like too congratulate you too on the child." Something deep in the recesses of my mind told me to say it... hell it made me do it. I guess this formality was really getting too me.

And where I though I was being too personal, Bernice beamed. Her pearly whites shown through the room like diamonds. "Thank you." Tony was also to shake my hand again and offer his thanks.

Angela squeezed my hand, hard. And when I stared at her, she shot me that look of envy that I knew was waiting for my fearing eyes. "Not until we at least look twenty." I mumbled.

Tony and Marcus laughed. "I guess you can look forward to great-grandchildren after all, huh Marcus?" Tony bellowed, making Angela smile. He winked at her, as if to say he's got her back, and I seemed to lose an appetite I didn't even know I had.

"Thanks Tony." She said.

I thought fast of a deterrent to the argument that loomed between Angela and I.

"Oh yeah, Grandfather." I still felt odd saying it. It left me feeling as though I'd just hit someone with a Frisbee. Trial and error I suppose. "We were looking for Nick and Emily. Do you know where they might have gotten too?" These formalities were definitely getting to me.

"Tony, Bernice? Would you too excuse me for a second?" He asked them, a low tone escaped along with the request. They said they were honored by his company enough as it was, and left. The two seemed like intellectuals, yet with a gun in his hand, he looked like a goon from a movie about Al Capone!

"What's wrong?" I asked him before he started.

"Nick and Emily are going through... a tough time?" He said. He was holding a lot more than that back. I could see it in his reluctance.

"What kind of a tough time?" I asked, this time Angela seemed to let go of me, and cross her arms. I wasn't comfortable with having two of my human friends around a bunch of werewolves. Even if I was one myself. There was still that whole stalk and kill, thing looming around. Something the younger ones would love to practice.

"I gave them an offer that..." I instantly thought, they couldn't refuse. ", would ultimately make them... better suited for a friendship, such as yours." I was close. But when I read over what he'd said in my mind... I started too see the whole picture a little more clearly.

"Where are they?" I said, low and emotionless.