After dropping off Melissa at school, Harold returned to the house. Based on the suggestion from Dean Myers, Harold decided that it would be best to stay home for the rest of the day. The movers were coming with the rest of their stuff, and Harold wanted to prepare the house for the furniture that would be coming in.
Later that morning, Harold was in Melissa's room putting away her temporary bed to make room for her real bed. He spotted the book that Melissa was reading and picked it up. He briefly thumbed through it, looking at the text and pictures. From the way it was written, it looked like something from the early 1900's. And the pictures certainly didn't leave anything to the imagination. No doubt the book was old, but at least it was better than the pamphlet they got from Mrs. Twist. He wanted to spend more time reading the book, but he had to put it down to continue to prepare the house for the movers that were going to arrive soon. Later that morning, the moving truck arrived, and Harold directed the movers as to where to put the rest of their furniture.
After a few hours and much direction, the Jenkins house was starting to feel like home again. Their furniture from Michigan was in place, and for the first time in the past few days, Harold felt like he could relax a bit. He picked up the book from Melissa's room, and started to read through it. He noticed just how detailed it was about were-life and were-society. He studied carefully about how normals are changed, and some of the things that they'll experience. He also noticed detailed information about the various were-species, from werewolves to werefoxes to even the rare weredragons. Out of curiousity, he turned to the section about weretigers. He read that they were fairly common, especially in Asia, and the most common form is the orange tiger. However, there were other types, such as the white tiger and the mythical black tiger. He also read about how protective weretigers can be, especially of their territory and their family. His eyebrow arched upwards as he read this.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and he got up to answer it.