"Get your hands off me," Michael demanded, putting his hands against David's chest and pushing. He fell backwards, stumbling over the bench seat and landing on his back on the grass. A crowd started gathering around them.
David got to his feet, charging Michael like a footballer going in for the tackle.
"Michael, no," Ben and I screamed at the same time. I knew that the full strength of a werecat could be devastating to any human let alone hard to explain if he lost complete control and shifted.
Michael dodged his tackle, stepping aside and watched him slide across the grass on his stomach. Roars of laughter erupted from the onlooking crowd and David's face went as scarlet as his hair. He struggled to his feet and threw a barrage of punches, Michael dodging each one. The last one connec
