Entry 3 The New Pack

It's always weird meeting new people. I mean, I talk to people all day at work about things, mindless chit chat to pass the time while I ring up there jeans and shirts and watches and necklaces and whatever bits of merchandise they don't need, but it's different in social situations. There, the conversation isn't limited to the 2 minutes it takes me to ring, bag, and receipt them. I'm expected to go a bit deeper, too. And that makes me a bit nervous. You would think, when around new Weres, it would be less nervewracking, our own kind and all. But it's not. It's worse even. Because we are Weres, it's all about what type we are. It's a class thing. We are Werepanthers, which is somewhat a rarity anymore. However, the new "pack" we heard was moving in...Wereeagles. Yeah. I know. Even more distinction. Kind of the elitist, old world money class of the human world. Werepanthers rank more like high level investment bankers. Of course, when our families met, it was over dinner, we didn't shift, but when I first saw Mason, I could feel what he was. It's like I looked at him and felt myself soaring over mountains, valleys, rivers and canyons. I felt free. And it scared me. I choked a bit on my wine (that was cute, btw) of course my mom had to fuss over me, and my little brother had his little brother comments to make. I couldn't look at Mason to see how he reacted. I couldn't look at him when dinner came for that reaction either. Or when his father mentioned him and his siblings looking for an apartments on their own, or even when Dad asked him if he liked his dinner. I was mortified. I know it sounds stupid, but it's like he could feel what I was thinking just how I could feel what it was like to fly....Not that I was thinking anything. I mean, he's cute and all. With his blonde hair. And blue eyes. Kinda like the sky. Or the sea. Maybe a bit of both depending on the light...

Like I said, anyway, not good at meeting new people. The Wereeagles dinner was no different. Happy Saturday night to me. I spent most of today reading, I decided to start reading Charlaine Harris' books since I enjoy True Blood so much. Interesting depiction of Weres. Kind of on, but kind of not. I'll have to get a bit deeper into them before I can list a full "True/False" section. Back to work tomorrow. We are supposed to be having the Wereeagles over for a meet and greet (every Were within a 20 mile radius usually comes to these when a new pack of Weres moves in) Luckily, I think I will be working that day. If not, I will make sure to be scheduled. There are several in the family, the father, mother, Mason, his sister that appears about 5 years older, a 2 brothers around the same age as well as another sister around the same age, if not from the same nesting. It's odd how the 4 of them are all so close but the sister, alone, is older. But, since she must be closer to 30, it's very possible that the rest have formed clans of their own. Traditionally, the clans will stick together, your grandmothers and grandfathers and cousins and uncles and aunts all living close, but as the modern human world changes, so does the Were world. It's a mystery with the Wereeagles though. Probably nothing. I like to make mountains out of molehills. (and then tear them down. Mole's are the nosiest of Weres and my personal own worst nuisance.) Off to bed...nighty night.