Chapter 1

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"Rae, wake up!"

I roll over pulling the covers up to my eyes to shield them from the bright and blinding winter sun as it reflects off the snow.

"Ugh, what!" I grumble.

"Dad says breakfast is ready and he wants to talk to us."

"About what?" I say, pulling down the plus comforter from my face.

"I honestly have no idea, but he told me to tell you to get up and dressed and to come eat." Matt said dryly.

No tone or emotion to his voice. I look at him, I mean really look at him for the first time in a while. His eyes are dark and hooded, bags bigger than they should be for a 12 year old. He has lost weight, but Matt had never really been bigger or overweight. But the weight he lost made his ribs jet out. He looked haunted and that I understand all too well.

"Okay I'll be down in a few." I replied as he started to walk away. "Hey Matty,"


"I love you." I say, whole heartedly.

I watch his eyes glaze over as if the dam was about to burst, he inhaled deeply.

"I love you too Rae." Turning and closing the bedroom door.

I do love my brother. We have always gotten along so well from the get go. Our parents always made sure that we understood that family comes first pack comes second. That we should never treat each other horribly because there will come a time that deep down we would actually regret it and not be able to take it back. I believe that, and so does Matty. Our parents always told us that death would come and to be prepared to embrace it because it was inevitable. Especially with pack life. Between rouges, witches, and vampires life was just dangerous in general.

Hefting a heavy sigh I rolled out of bed letting my legs and feet dangle off the bed. Looking at my toes with dark purple nail polish grown out, I think back to right before the accident happened my mom and I would make routine trips to the mall and get our toes done. It had been 2 months since she died and I can't find it in me to take the polish off and repaint my toes.

I climb off the bed grabbing some jeans and a black fitted v-neck shirt from my dresser and put it on. Throwing my long dark hair into a pony tail, I make my way down stairs and into the kitchen, pulling out the stool at the island next to Matty, I take a seat.

"Morning baby, how did you sleep?" My dad asked.

"Okay I guess, what did you want to talk about?" I replied.

"Eat your food first while it's hot." He said, turning around to cleaning up the kitchen.

I watch him work as I pick at my eggs. I've never been a huge fan of eggs but it was nice that he was trying to make us food. Looking down at my plate I take larger bites now curious as to why he wants to "talk" when he's just kind of let us do our own thing aside from our pack training and duties, and of course school.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I hear Matt say as I took my last bite and pushed my plate away looking towards my dad.

With a heavy sigh, he turns around "We're moving."

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