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    She seems nervous. I frown. Why do they keep assuming my automatic reaction is going to be hate.


    Seriously. They shift into cats, not horrifying monsters. I was so busy trying to figure this out that I


    forget to answer Megan who is getting increasingly agitated. Bemy nudges me to get my attention. I


    whip my head around, somewhat confused as I had been so distracted. A quiet voice from behind


    Megan draws my attention. Darrien, I hadn’t even noticed him standing there. He’s smiling and his


    voice is amused.


    “She’s just fine, Miss Kane. Look at her shirt.” Megan’s eyes drop to my shirt and she startsughing.


    Darrien joins in quietly, he can’t seem to help himself. I turn to Bemy.


    “I meant for it to be funny, but this is a little much. I ampletely regretting this shirt right now.” I


    whine. This sets him offughing too. I cross my arms and re at him.


    “Okay, it’s not that funny.” Iin. Darrien gets control of himself first.


    “Oh it really is. I don’t know anyone else who would dare wear something like that around. our Alpha.


    But it makes a statement.” Wow, I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard him say. I think about what he


    said. Okay now that is hrious. I roll my eyes.


    “Dare? He’s not that scary.” Darrien nces sideways at Bemy then back to me.


    “He’s Alpha.” I shrug.


    “That doesn’t stop Megan from making fun of him.” I point out..


    “Yes, but I’m his sister. It’s different.” Megan chimes in.


    “Usually, no one would dare. Bemy would not tolerate the disrespect.” She looks


    thoughtful.


    “Why aren’t you mad at Ryann Bels? It’s pretty unusual for you to justugh this kind of thing off. But as


    far as I can see, Ryann has been getting away with pretty much anything.” Bemy crosses his arms


    over his chest defensively.


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    “She’s not a Shifter.” He grumbles.


    “That’s never made a difference before.” Megan argues in response. Bemy seems to be growing


    increasingly agitated under his sister’s inquisition.


    “It’s different okay.” He practically growls out. Megan opens her mouth to argue but I interrupt.


    “There is a difference between being disrespectful and just messing around. Bemy knows when I


    mean to be disrespectful. Anyways, you promised to show me around a bit today, or are we going to


    just stand here in the doorway all day?” I change the topic. Megan is easily sidetracked. Bemy’s relief


    is visible.


    “Oh my gosh. I was so worried about you I barely even thought about it. Yes, I want to show you


    everything. Also I thought I might introduce you to a few other Shifters. That is, if you don’t mind?”


    “I’m cool with it.” I assure her. She grins at me, her golden eyes shining in the morning sun. Bemy


    clears his throat to get my attention.


    “Don’t leave thepound without saying something. Stay with Darrien. Call me if there’s at problem.


    Aaron will drive you to work this afternoon. Someone wille to collect you in the evening and to


    guard your door through the night.” He orders. I cross my arms over my chest. and raise an eyebrow at


    him. Bemy sighs, rolls his eyes, but does give in a little.


    “Will that be eptable to you?” he asks. Obviously it’s less of a request and more of a demand. But I


    appreciate the attempt and it soothes my temper before it really even res up. I sigh dramatically.


    “Fine, at least I’ll be safe at work. No one would dare cause trouble in Borderline.” Bemy smiles at


    me, d I’m cooperating I suppose.


    “That won’t be an issue I’m sure.” He assures me. With that, he turns and heads inside the house.


    Megan leads me in the opposite direction.


    “We’ll finish up the tour back here for lunch.” She deres happily.


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    The morning was leisurely and rather educational. Megan chattered away, telling me different details


    about Shifter’s lifestyles at thepound. Darrien trailed behind us as per usual and we finished the


    tour back at Megan and Bemy’s home where Megan was excited to show me her bedroom. It looks a


    lot more mature than mine. All matching and put together. I blush thinking about how Bemy saw my


    rainbow mish–mash offort items. But I don’t have time to be embarrassed for long as Megan


    continues with my tour. Megan and I are sitting in the kitchen eating sandwiches when Bemy shows


    up again. Aaron is with him this time. He informs me that Aaron will drive me home and then to work


    once I am ready. I agree, hug Megan goodbye and promise to text herter so we can properly make


    our ns for getting ready for the engagement party Saturday. Megan returns to her room, excited


    about looking at wedding dresses online or something. Darrien follows after her. Bemy walks me out


    to where a car is waiting. Aaron climbs into the driver’s seat while. Bemy opens my door for


    1. me.


    “Make sure you call if there’s a problem.” He reminds me. I nod my eptance. I am already thinking


    about work. I need to get home and change into my uniform, and those dreaded heels. Although at


    least I won’t be walking to work in them for once. I’m halfway home when I realise that Bemy knew I


    had work this afternoon. I don’t remember mentioning my work schedule to him, so how did he know? I


    pretty much always work Thursday afternoons so I guess it wouldn’t be hard to find out. But who did he


    ask?” I get home, Aaron gives me his arm and escorts me up to my home where I quickly change and


    get ready for work. I had barely realised the time. It was probably a good thing that Bemy came to tell


    me it was time to leave. But how did he KNOW? I’m still mulling on the topic when Aaron and I arrive at


    my work. I drop his arm as we enter the door and he steps back to stand slightly behind me. I repress a


    groan as I see Anthony approaching. He must be my shift manager today ast well. He’s the most


    irritating of the managers as he is the only human. Now, I have no problem with humans, but he must


    be a little insecure or something because he loves to lord. his power over any of the employees,


    particrly ones that are Magics. Still, I paste on a smile and greet him politely.


    “Good afternoon Ryann.” He answers, his tone perfectly civil. Now that’s unusual. Usually he would just


    grunt and tell me to get to work already. Or ask if I’m runningte. He must want something from me.


    Can I help you Anthony?” I question. He shakes his head.


    “I’ve been asked to inform you that your request for leave on Saturday has been approved.” He starts. I


    frown a little. I was nning to request Saturday off, but I hadn’t done it yet. I


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    was going to ask today. If they refused I nned to use some of my sick leave and fake an illness or


    something. I just nod. No reason to argue when I’m getting what I want.


    “I have also been asked to inform you about some modifications to our uniform policy. Apparently


    someone influential spoke directly to the owner.” He grumbles. I raise an eyebrow.


    “Modifications?” I question Anthony nods.


    “Today is thest day where high heels will bepulsory footwear for the female servers. From now


    on you will be permitted to wear any kind of ck, closed toe shoes.” I gape at him as he turns and


    stalks off. He seems annoyed. This might be the best news I’ve heard in months. I’m totally floored as I


    realise there is only one person who could have arranged this. Bemy did mention that he knows the


    owner. He also mentioned that he would contact my work to ensure I wasn’t in trouble for missing my


    shift. Apparently he also arranged for Saturday off for me and got the rules about high heels changed.


    Did he really pay that much attention to myints about my shoes? It seems almost impossible


    that he didn’t just listen, he actually fixed the problem. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I whirl


    around to face Aaron. He wordlessly passes me a folded piece of paper before giving me a deep nod


    and then leaving, his job apparentlypleted. I still haven’t heard a single word from him. I’m starting


    to wonder if he can actually talk at all. I unfold the paper and find another handwritten note from


    Bemy.


    “Ryann,


    I hope you are not upset with me for interfering at your workce. Please be assured that I did so in an


    attempt to help you rather than in some attempt to manipte you. I like to consider myself a generally


    well rounded person. I am aware however, that one of my biggest faults is my pride. I have always


    found it difficult to apologise to people and this time is no different. I am writing you this note in the


    hopes that you will ept my gesture as an apology for the stress and fear that associating and


    assisting me has caused you. Specifically, the trouble I brought upon youst night when I got you


    caught up in the most recent attempt on my life. I am aware that apologies are best given face to face,


    but I find that I am not quite capable of doing so at this moment. I hope that you won’t hold my indirect


    methods


    against me. Maybe one day I will be able to apologise face to face for whatever offence I have


    committed against you at that time. But for now, I hope that this is enough and that you are willing to


    ept it.


    Sincerely,