“Oh yeah? Because if you look at one of the reasons why I’m here, you’ll see that I’m actually pretty damn good at controlling attacks. Better than your bloody mages, anyway.”

“And naturally you’ll only ever have to fight mages,” Thomas muttered. “Not earthquake inducing terrameti, or one-eyed monsters or demi-goddesses, that are stronger, faster and better than you.”

I spluttered. “How the hell do you know…?” Goddamnit, if that had been Alex blabbing then I’d bloody well kill him.

“The Lord Alpha was most forthcoming about your exploits. He thought that it might help your progress here if we knew more about you. There’s actually a rather thick file with sorts of information in the Dean’s office.”

Hot fiery blood pounded in my ears. Corrigan. I might have fucking known it.

Thomas drew a deep breath. “Baldilocks? Is that what you want to be called?”

I swore at him violently.

“Okay, okay,” he said, palms held upwards. “Initiate Smith, then.”

“It’s fucking Mack.”

“Alright, fucking Mack,” he said in a placatory tone.

I rolled my eyes at him and clenched my teeth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Mack, you need to understand that the fury you get yourself worked up into is your downfall. If you can control yourself better, then you will be more successful at whatever it is you want to do.”

I muttered at him.

“Pardon?”

“I killed the terrametus. I might not have managed to get rid of Iabartu on my own, but I killed the fucking terrametus.”

“Okay,” Thomas said. “Well done. But now let’s get to work so next time you can kill the god too.”

*

I still didn’t like him. And I was seething with rage at Corrigan and the way he’d given me up to the mages at the earliest opportunity. But I was starting to concede to myself that maybe there was more to Thomas than I’d initially been led to believe. If he thought that I was going to play the willing little student, then he was sadly mistaken, but perhaps I’d listen to what he had to say. Some of it at least. I’d not entirely forgotten his comment about me having feral instincts because of living with shifters.

He led me into a battered looking building, that was definitely considerably more worse for wear than any of the previous ones I’d been in. Thomas noted my reaction and mistook it for judgment.

“You’ve spent too much time with the pack,” he commented wryly.

“What on earth do you mean?”

“Just because they have unlimited wealth, that doesn’t mean that we do also.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I scoffed. “You charge up and down the country getting payment for services rendered everywhere you go. You forget that I’ve been your headquarters in London. It’s hardly falling down due to lack of money or disrepair.” In fact from what I could remember it was positively gleaming with wealth. Marble floors, expensive portraits, that thick fluffy carpet that your feet sank into…

Thomas grimaced. “We have to keep up appearances. You have no idea how much money to takes to maintain the upkeep of all these buildings.”

I gaped at him. “And you think that the shifters don’t have lots of buildings to maintain as well? They are dotted all over the country! You guys get to stay in one place and then materialize by magic through whichever portal you decide to create. You don’t need to keep up a presence in every corner of the country.” I couldn’t believe that I was sticking up for the shifters now after Thomas’ revelation about Corrigan’s deceit, but this at least was the truth.

“And you don’t have to spend years training and buying materials to maintain your art. You just attack whichever Otherworld creature happens to nearest and then collect your payment. We actually pay attention to what’s going on and do what we can to keep the equilibrium between all facets of the Otherworld.”

I blew out air in exasperation. Keep the equilibrium? What a load of bollocks.

“I suppose you don’t eat your young either,” I said sarcastically.

Thomas laughed. “Oh, you’ve heard that little nugget, have you?”

“Yeah, I mean, seriously? Who believes that shit?”

“It doesn’t hurt to keep the ranks suitably wary of the Pack.”

I couldn’t keep the disgusted disbelief out of my voice. “So you make up stories about the monster in the closet?”

“No,” he answered, calmly, “we just don’t do much to dispel them that’s all.”

“The Pack is nothing like that as far as you’re concerned. We have always treated the Ministry with respect.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. When you need some magic, you call us in and then treat us like the hired help. Don’t think we’re not aware that you all think that what we do is mumbo-jumbo claptrap.”

“That’s not fair! We don’t think that!” I paused and then back-tracked slightly. “Okay, not everyone thinks that, anyway.”

“See?” Thomas pointed out. “You’re not any worse than we are.”

“You shouldn’t say that, really, you know.”

“Say what?”

“’You’. I’m not actually one of them, remember?”

“I’ll stop saying ‘you’ when you stop saying ‘we’. And anyway, if you’re not a shifter and you’re not a mage, what are you?”

I swallowed, then replied as evenly as I could. “I’m human, of course you numbskull.”

Thomas laughed again, humourlessly this time. “I’ll believe that when fish start climbing trees.”

Slightly offended, I backed away from him. Straying into dangerous territory as we were, I wasn’t stupid enough to let this conversation carry on further, however, so I stayed silent as we moved into a large gymnasium type space and hoped that the mage wouldn’t pursue it. Green paint was peeling off the walls in a depressing manner, and an old gymnastics horse stood forlornly in one corner. Thomas motioned me towards a mark on the scuffed floor, thankfully getting down to the actual business of teaching rather than poking around to glean what he could about my background. He then stood in front, facing me.

“Do what I do,” he instructed, and inhaled deeply, cupping his hands in front of him as if he were holding a ball.

I copied his movements, feeling like an idiot. He tutted and shifted over to me, gently tipping up my head but pressing down slightly on my shoulders until I relaxed. Then he nudged my feet further apart until they were pointing slightly outwards. He moved back to where he had been before and returned his hands to the cupped position, remaining there for several moments, before lifting up his arms and pushing them slowly out in front of him. I mirrored his movements. When Thomas picked up one leg and placed it diagonally in front of him, shifting his weight onto it, then I did the same. When he took his left wrist and curved it downwards, joining each of his fingers to his thumb, and then scooping it out into the empty air, so did I. After thirty minutes of this, I was panting as if I’d been sprinting down a race-track, despite the fact that every movement was slow and deliberate. Every single thing that Thomas had done had impressed me with its sheer fluidity and grace. Next to him I felt like an awkward heffalump.

When he eventually stopped, drawing his feet together and bowing towards me, and I did the same, I stared at him suspiciously.

“That was just tai chi, wasn’t it?”

Thomas arched an eyebrow. “It’s called t’ai chi chu’an,” he corrected.

“Whatever,” I dismissed airily. “It’s got nothing to do with protecting myself against otherworld nasties. That demi-goddess you spoke of before would have laughed in my face if I’d tried that.”

He sighed heavily. “Mack, you have a very long way to go.”

I rolled my eyes, looking away for a moment, then flicked a glance back at the mage. I guessed it was time for the unthinkable after all.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

He seemed surprised. “For what?”

“Calling me Mack. Not many people do.”

Thomas grinned, suddenly appearing terribly boyish. Then he glanced down at his watch and abruptly changed demeanour. “Come on, it’s time to go.”

“Go where?”

“Anger management, of course. Not that I see it doing much good though.”

My contented mood evaporated in an instant. He just couldn’t help himself. I nodded, trying to hang onto my former feelings of tranquility, but the irritation was starting to take over again. Stupid mage. I ignored his look of bedeviled amusement and stalked out of the gym.

Chapter Eight

The portal was already set up and waiting by the time I arrived back at the main building. It shimmered green and purple in the morning sun. If I didn’t know better, I thought ruefully, I’d think it was pretty. Instead my stomach was already churning at the idea of having to travel through one yet again. God knew how the mages managed to do this all the time and not end up with some permanently dodgy stomach condition. I tried to steel myself, imagining a wall of iron surrounding my intestines. It’ll be fine, I whispered to myself.

A black robe who I’d not yet met stood towards the edge of it, but I barely registered him, instead focusing on the swirling shapes and flickers of light. I took a step towards it, suddenly wishing that I’d not agreed to the counselling. Why in the hell couldn’t it just be held at the academy? I was pretty sure I could conjure up a few other names of mages who would benefit from spending an hour or two with a shrink.

I sneaked a peek at the mage who continued to stand stoically at the side, pointedly not looking at me. It didn’t appear as if I’d get any quarter from that area, so I took a deep breath and walked forward, pushing through to the other side.

Inevitably, as soon as I came through, the bile was rising in my throat. I did my best to fight it, swallowing it down and trying to focus on breathing deeply. It didn’t work. I managed to run a few steps away from the portal itself and then immediately began regurgitating up the remnants of the coffee. It occurred to me that if anyone ever wanted to take me down, then it would be pretty damn easy for them to just to wait for me to materialise through a portal. My temporary nausea induced incapacitation would then quickly become permanent and there’d be fuck all I could do about it.