I stared at my mother and crossed my arms, as she held up the dreaded pamphlet again, and shook it. "I don't care what you want, yoer lips were pursed and she had her hands on her hips. I glared at her and she glared back. "Dear, they will help you there. I insist you go. I growl a little at that comment . "Mom, what if I don't need help, what if I'm fine! I'm me, Krista, and I always will be!"
She leaned down over me, her hazel locks becoming a curtain over the sides of my face. Her brows were furrowed, her teeth gritted.
"You may be you but that beast inside you is a mutt, and mutts need training." She replied in a seething tone.
I balled my fists, the other side of me wanted to tackle, tear, destroy. Lucaria did not like being called a mutt or a beast. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep myself, well, half of myself at bay.
" Mom, do you know what a loup garou is? " I asked slowly. She nodded angrily. "Its a werewolf from France." I shake my head.
"No. Loup garou are from France, but they shift at will, not just by moon. In other words..." I say, trying to get her to catch on.
"In other words, French monsters have nothing to do with this Krista." She says angrily.
I shake my head in anger.
"No! It means they have more control." I shout. She stares at me and laughs.
"Krista, I've seen you on full moons, you are from America, you are quite clearly a werewolf."
I glare at her again and speak through clenched jaws.
"Correction, you saw me on one full moon, the first. And the only so far. My books all say that we gain much more control after the first full moon." She brings her hand up an quickly slaps me.
"How dare you talk to me like that!?! Like I'm some idiot! How many times have you preached this crap to my face? Your so called "other side" you talk about, is a beast, a mutt, and that's
that! "
She points me up to my room and slams the pamphlet in my hand. She bends over me again, this time calmly,as she touches my cheek, I pull away so my Lucaria half won't hurt her.
" honey, read the pamphlet over again, think about it baby. " She gently says. Then she sends me up to my room to think about it.