go. Then we both turned back to human form .
“Al l right, al l right, Romeo . You’re still the familiar alpha,” Abram laughed. “ Just don ’ t mess up my costume. ”
I looked up at the sky and the moon was out in full bloom. W erewolves loved the full moon. Most we rewolves can only turn when that happ ens. But for the Montague men, i t ’ s a rite of passage to be able to control it. It ’ s not a Zen thing, but it ’ s damn close. Controlling when you turn from man to wolf is a state of mind. The stro nger you are upstairs in the brain department, t he easier it is to control it.
You always kn e w when someone wa sn ’ t that experience d . When the full moon happen ed , t hey randomly turned without noticing . It was comical , actually. I remember when Benvolio had a hard time controlling it. Mercutio and I rode his butt every day until he figured it out.
“So , what is the deal with your cousin’s party?” Balthazar said.
Balthazar was the newest t K th> had just turned a week back. So , I was no longer the newest wolf. Balthazar was wearing a firefighter’s outfit. He looked as if he must be boiling hot in that thing. I know he ’ d be taking the sweat y contraption off by the end of the night.
Mercutio began to speak. “It’s Prince Escalus and Count Paris. They think by inviting our two motley c rews together for a party , s omehow we would all be friends by the end of the night.”
“That’s about as wishful as thinking gets,” Abram said.
“Also, no weapons,” Mercutio continued. “They are having some serious security there. If you ’ r e caught with a weapon , you’re booted out. O r , the second a wolf turns , he will be kicked out. ”
“Even if we turn?” I asked. “That’s pretty bigoted just toward us. Vampires and warlocks just are. They don’t have to turn to be who they truly are.”
“Those are the Prince’s rules,” Mercutio stated. “If you have a problem, take it up with him. He has a complaint box at the far end of nowhere.”
“What else?” I asked.
“Don’t bring your rapiers,” Mercutio answered.
“ Romeo is right,” Benvolio said to Mercutio. “Those scumbags, the C apulet s, don ’ t have to turn. They live as vampires 24/7.”
Mercutio laughed. “ What do you expect me to do? Do you guys really think I have bought into my famil y’ s madness that werewolves and vampires can coexist?” Mercutio laughed. M ercutio climbed one of the trees nearb y and hung from it by his arms on one of the lower branches, “Oh, on the con trary, I plan on using this pow- wow as a way to confront Tybalt.”
“Confront him?” I asked.< K”wow /font>
“We confront them every time we are in public ,” I said. “W hy do you need a party to do that?”
“Think about it , Romeo. Our two side s have been going at it for years, but h ow much blood has been spilled? None. ”
“What are you talking about ? ” I said. “Every time there is a scuffle , there is blood on both sides.”
“Oh, dear Romeo, whe refore art thou, my dear friend,” Mercutio said. “ That is exactly my point. We only spill i t to really give them a message. I t is time to make a real statement! ”
“Which is what?” I asked , k nowing exactly what he was implying.
“Must I draw you a picture?” Mercutio said to my cousins and me . “ Boys, this is your fight. I have merely enrolled in your cause. It is time that we make a stand.” Mercutio , who was still hanging from the tree , let one of his hands go . He was now hanging from it like a monkey. It was actually a pretty hilarious sight to be seen, watch ing a grown man wearing a diaper and bib , flailing around like some wild animal.
Then Mercutio took his free hand and shaped his fingers and a silver stake was now in his hand. Boy did he love his sorcery. He then took his silver stake and pretended to stab himself in the heart. As he did so , he did a back flip from the tree an d landed on his feet. “It’s