“Prove it,” she said. I blinked at her, thrown.
“I don't think that's a good idea …” I trailed off. I had no way of knowing how she would react to that. Unless someone else was here I couldn't.
“I'll do it,” Bryan said, walking into the room. Obviously the call was finished. “Peter's on his way, along with Naomi and Mark. Kieran's going to come as soon as he can.” I nodded, glad to know our cousins would be here to help. There was no such thing as overkill right now. Diane hesitated, watching Bryan carefully. She leant back and crossed her arms.
“Go on then,” she said. Bryan smirked at her casual attitude.
“Mind turning around for a second. I'd rather not ruin my clothes in the process,” he said. Diane frowned at the comment, her cheeks flushing a little.
“Fine,” she said, spinning in her stool so her back faced us both.
“No peeking,” he murmured.
“As if I would,” she muttered. “I doubt your body's worth it.” I had a feeling I shouldn't be here. Bryan snorted at the comment and pulled off his shirt.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked. Because if Diane freaked I had no clue what to do. Bryan shrugged and finished getting undressed. He shifted quickly. Its funny how most humans think the change is always slow and painful, but that only applied to humans who were bitten. If they survived the actual attack and the first turning. Both of which were hard to live through for them.
For us it's just part of our DNA. Changing form is as natural as breathing once we reach maturity. “You can look now,” I said. Diane nodded and turned. Her eyes widened as she looked over my shoulder and at Bryan. When we turned, we looked mostly like any other wolf in the wild. Bryan was a bit larger than the average size, like dad. It was how we knew he was going to be an alpha. Any humour had left her face as she looked at him.
“Holy shit,” she whispered. Bryan snorted a laugh and walked across the kitchen floor slowly. Diane stood up, backing away instinctively. He paused, one paw still hovering in the air.
“Diane, it's okay,” I said, standing up slowly. She sent me a panicked glance and I tried to keep my voice calm as I spoke. “All that stuff about werewolves having no control is complete crap. He's still Bryan.” She gulped, forcing both arms down to her sides. She blinked a few times, meeting Bryan's even gaze. She gave a hesitant nod and he resumed walking. In a few paces he was past the kitchen table and before her. His head easily reached her chest. He looked upwards, meeting her eyes. Somehow I got the sense the moment was intimate, that I shouldn't be here. She lifted her hand, moving to touch him then paused, squeezing her hand into a fist.
“Okay, I believe you,” she murmured, pulling her hand back. “You can change back now,” she said. Her voice was surprisingly steady as she spoke. Bryan waited a moment, maybe he was waiting for her to stroke him like she'd almost done. But Diane seemed to have made up her mind in that regard. He left the room, heading into the living room. I left the table and put the clothes on the sofa for him.
“She needs to get used to it all,” I murmured. His ear flicked, showing he'd heard me, but that was all I got. I left the room, shutting the door behind me. Diane was still against the wall, a dazed expression on her face.
“Want to watch a movie now?” I asked. She blinked out of her thoughts and took a moment to realise what I'd just said.
“Oh. Err, sure,” she gulped. I nodded and walked upstairs. She followed me quietly, her usually hyper demeanour gone.