Kenya was waiting for Nate Anderson at his High School; unable to have it out with him on Saturday for getting a breakup text last Thursday, the were-panthress was determined to make Nate listen to her. Despite Jack Crawford proposing to her and wearing the ring; Kenya still had feelings for the young werewolf.
Seeing Nate’s vehicle pull up, she watches as Eric who she can smell even from where she is standing is a were-panther. The girl with him, the same she met at the diner last Friday along with Frieda Knight was with him. The two meet up at a flag pole and Benton’s daughter is soon with them. Kenya watches the three for a moment before walking to Nate. Seeing he is alone and his back is turned; she contemplates jumping him with claws out and fangs bared. But since both are in a public and crowded place and it being daylight; Kenya is forced to resist the urge to shift and scratch the werewolf’s eyes out.
“Nate,” Kenya shouting; “you and I have issues that need to be discussed.
Nate Anderson turning around to see Kenya in a simple attire of dark blue trousers with matching blouse approaching him. He growls in anger as the woman he wants nothing more to do with approaches him a second time since he broke it off with her.
“I have nothing to say to you,” Nate snarling; “go back to your client turned fiancée.” Nate looking to see Kenya is wearing the ring that Jack Crawford gave her.
“You’re not leaving until we talk Nate,” Kenya getting defensive with the tone of her voice.
“Yes I am,” Nate snapping at her. Looking to see Principal Andrews approaching, Nate looks back at Kenya; “go back to Seattle. You and I are through!” Nate shouting the last bit for most if not all to hear.
“Nate Anderson,” Principal Andrews approaching; “is there something wrong?”
“Yes,” Nate looking at the principal; “this ex-girlfriend of mine has been harassing me and my family since last Friday. Her name is Kenya Adaeze and is an escort for weres living in Seattle.”
“Is she the reason why you played hooky on Friday,” Principal Andrews looking at the woman.
“No,” Nate looking at the were-panthress who just looks like all the anger has been sucked from her; “I had a three-way with Liv Robinson and Jean Talbot.”
“May I ask why you two broke it off,” Principal Andrews looking at the woman who was clearly mortified at what Nate just said.
“Don’t,” Kenya whispers.
“Kenya was seeing a client while we were dating,” Nate ignoring her plea; “that client proposed marriage to her.” Looking at Kenya, “whatever feelings you may think I have with you are long gone. I never want to see you again. As the Principal here is my witness, if you ever try to contact me again or bother any member of my family; I will seek legal action against you.”
Kenya runs off in tears; once again unable to say what she wanted to say to Nate and horrified that her former werewolf lover just admitted to her and those listening that he had sex with two other were’s. She flees to her car that she had the good sense to park a block away and cries; her heart shattered and truly broken.
Principal Andrews looking at the fleeing were-panther turns to look at Nate Anderson, “detention for the whole week for playing hooky. Your brother and his girlfriend will have to find alternative arraignments to get home from school.” Principal Andrews turns around and walks off. The sound of the first bell could be heard signaling classes are about to start.
*****
Alyssa wakes up from her restless sleep. Hiding out in her cousin’s fishing cabin just outside of town; she gets up and feels sore.
“No wonder you are always in a grumpy mood cousin,” Alyssa talking to herself; “you like sleeping on lumpy beds.”
Alyssa arrived back into town early Sunday Morning after the warning Alyssa’s cousin Sheriff Cooper gave her last Friday concerning her rendezvous with Brian Walker; a fourteen year old were-otter. While in any other part of the state of Washington or in the United States, she would have been charged with statutory rape of a minor, this being Moon Lake and both sexually active were; the two were in no danger of facing rape charges. Still, even in Moon Lake, discretion is paramount.
Alyssa stretching as she gets out of bed; she heads to the bathroom to shower and perform her morning ablutions. Being a were-mer the cold water coming from the shower head didn’t affect her; but she knew her cousin would grumble the next time he came up here and found the hot water tank broken. Finishing her shower and walking out of the bathroom stark naked but with a towel wrapped around covering her assets; Alyssa quickly dresses and dries her hair.
Knowing that there isn’t any food in the small cabin; Alyssa leaves to get a breakfast and a coffee in town. Taking here were-birth control pill before leaving; Alyssa gets in her rental and drives to Café Luna.
“I wonder if Brian Walker will agree to my request in having Martin Stovall declared dead,” Alyssa wonders as she drives down the trail to the main road.