Paul had already opened his mouth to offer reasonable arguments for a peaceful solution to the conflict, but at that moment Mrs. Stormbridge jumped on the table with a roar and drew her claws. Lan didn't wait for an invitation any longer, too. She growled, following suit, and pushed away from the chair next to her, landed on the edge of the table. In the next second panther leaped and knocked the girl with her whole body to the ground.
" Sweet Jesus F*ck!" - screamed Paul, bouncing back. - "Why the heck is she black ... and a cat?"
"You know, boy, it sounds kind of racist!" - Came Mr. Boyle's slightly mocking voice. Both shifters discreetly moved away from the table and now stood nearby, quietly watching the two women, or rather the panther and the she-wolf roll around on the ground trying to seize each other's throats.
