—Alex—

I groaned my back aching as I woke up. I hurt everywhere, but it was the kind of ache one got from... sitting up all night. Perfect. I groaned,  standing up and popping my back. Mason wasn't on the bed anymore, he was back at the computer, typing away like a madman. I chuckled, shaking my head- good luck to him.

I finally could leave without hurting, so I did. I had things I needed to do. I shivered, walking through town. I was wary, on edge. Alphas didn't fight fair when their packs were challenged by a rival pack. He would be planning how to jump me and kill me, if I knew us alphas at all. So I watched, making my usual old rounds.

That man's scent had started to overtake my own, in some places, so I took pleasure in ruining his attempt to claim my territory. At least he didn't have a Luna or mate of some kind. Mated draconians tend to be stronger, faster, and generally better than unmated ones. Likely because they had something to protect.

I finished marking my territory and reclaiming my boundaries, sighing happily as I did so. I felt better after doing that- it wasn't something that made me stronger, or that helped the pack much, but I felt better for doing it. It made me feel like my pack was safer.

Next on the list for today, was gathering my pack and having a meeting of some kind. Packs needed that, to strengthen bonds, know about each others lives, and so I began hunting for a spot where we could gather, knowing that my old spot wasn't available. It was shocking how easily a cat could cross the city, and how easily they went unnoticed by most people. 

It took all day, but I did find a place, though it certainly would be a hassle getting them all together... I had a few plans, though. I just wanted to go over them with my pride. It was part of my nature, my own personal pride as a leader, that I usually wouldn't do things without my pride being at the very least aware of it. Unless I had no choice, that is, or were overwhelmed by emotion and being stupid. 

Luckily, I had Geoff and Mason and Kennedy to help keep me from being stupid again; and Geoff's twin to keep me from doing catnip... I swore as my fur stood on end and my wrists and ankles began to itch mildly. They'd get worse soon enough... I'd just had to think about that stupid stuff... 

I sat, patiently waiting as I refused to become human and scratch my withdrawal-induced itches. They grew more intense over time as I waited for the sun to set, but I ignored it- I was very painfully aware of exactly how bad they'd get if I indulged myself. I focused on my surroundings instead. Mostly.

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—George— 

I sighed, looking blearily at the clock in the bedroom I shared with my twin. Geff was in my lap, purring and asleep as I held him. Three in the morning... I'd heard his panicking around midnight, and been forced to wake him up by shaking him. He'd calmed down after that, but... I'd held him. He'd wanted more, and asked if I'd hold him till he was asleep. The problem was, as I'd found out far too late to escape, I couldn't sleep upright, and Geff was an extremely light sleeper as a cat. 

I just waited silently, gently petting his fur and smiling, shaking my head. His fur was a bright orangey-red now, and even fluffier if that was possible. I mentally began wondering how he'd react if he realized how alike were. How similar our magic was... would he try to eat me? 

No, knowing him he'd be very confused and hurt that I hadn't told him before. Probably he'd be extremely bashful and shy about it at first, but he'd be extremely curious... I sighed, leaning against the wall and looked at the sky through the window. I wanted to go flying again so badly...

I noticed something though, something I was suddenly terrified. A shockingly well-hidden figure was sitting against the wall of the the house there. It looked like a corpse with how still it was, until it took a deep, long breath. Then it- he?- stood, walking and then running away faster than I'd thought a person could... And leaving no trace of their passing, as far as I could tell from here. 

I tensed, more firmly holding onto my brother in uncertainty. I would protect the small cat, with my dying breath if I had too. I refused to lose him again... I wondered how Geff's cat felt about all this. It seemed so quiet, I wasn't even sure it was there. I wondered if I could draw it out somehow... 

I'd be trying soon enough. If only to see exactly what my brother had protecting him. 

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—Orlando— 

Orlando watched the boy run from the place, feeling... uncomfortable. The child had a pulse. It was a surprise, and would be every time he heard it...  Still, he shook off the thought of what it could mean- that somehow, a Were had changed an unchangeable creature. It went against all forms of natural law and reason... so Orlando could only begin to ponder. 

What else could be done? 

If a Vampire could be given a pulse by a Were, what could a Vampire do to a Were? He looked down at the home. This Omega... he reconsidered his plan, pondering what would happen if he simply restructured the boys soul. After all, he did eventually want to get that Alpha for himself...

He grinned, reaching down into the sleeping Were as he started rewriting parts of him, finding a strangely complex soul inside of him. A challenge, then... almost like two souls, really. But no-one's souls were that similar, so... he continued. It intrigued him, after all. By the time the sun had risen, he was very interested in how thoroughly he'd mixed the two. It made him excited. He should've done something to the boys' shift. Next time he became human, he should be normal; but once he shifted again... 

Well, there was a sight he had to see. He smiled, beginning to walk away and pulling on extra clothes as the sun began to peak over the horizon, causing more side-effects than he'd realized... he'd forgotten about how similar the souls of twins were. After all, the chances of this particular Were being one of a set of twins? especially twin Were without a Were parent... the chances were so astronomically small...

That was his mistake. 

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—Geoffrey— 

I woke up to the feeling of... being held. It felt nice, and I couldn't remember not having this sensation, so it had to be right... right? Of course, that all changed the moment I felt... heat. A searing, burning feeling that flooded my veins until I was suddenly... not me. I felt bigger, wider... stronger?

I gasped, my eyes flinging open and my body stiffening as I clutched... myself, to my chest? Only... I didn't have such big pecs... or blonde hair, anymore... I looked down at the cat- MY cat- in my arms and stared into it's eyes. It looked, utterly horrified. 

I screamed, beginning to have a panic attack as I... I... felt normal? I stopped screaming after a minute, my- George's- throat feeling scratchy and dry. I couldn't stop staring at George in my lap, utterly terrified. Mom made it into the room first, blinking in confusion as she stared at me and my brother, looking around in slowly growing fear as she tried to understand what had happened. At least she'd know what to do... why did he think that? His mom wasn't magical... how could she even understand this if he told her?

And yet... 

"George? Where's Geoffrey? I... please don't tell me he... already... so soon after last ti-" She seemed on the verge of a panic attack until I cut her off. I cut her off. What in the world was happening to me???

"Mom! I-I... I'm r-right here! I... He... George is... I m-mean... I..." He began to feel an overwhelming, crushing anxiety and panic filling me, leaving me unable to even think straight. George was meowing and mewling in my arms, seeming just as panicked as I was, though... he seemed more desperate to get to my face and try to comfort me. 

My brain continued to overload with sheer panic and fear, my vision slowly tunneling until suddenly my mom and sisters were hugging me, shocking me into breathing normally for a moment. I'd... never had a panic attack like that... why was it so different now...? Mom kissed my cheek, forcing me to look at her as she looked into my- Geroge's- eyes. She apparently found what she was looking for, because she let go, groaning and hugging me. 

"I... don't understand what is happening, but... Geoffrey, I'm a... that is, we are... um... I mean to say, that we're-" 

'Witches! With magic!" Cut in Sophie, Abby picking up where she left off. 

"We turned your hair red! No dye!"

"It was so funny at the time!"

"But now you're weird? What happened?" 

"Are you that cat we keep feeding on the back porch?"

"How did you keep this from us for so long?"

"Or did you-" This time George cut in, with an almost pitiful mewling as he seemed to writhe against me, making me suddenly and fiercely glare the three of them into silence. George went limp at the quiet, whining softly in pain. 

"George is me right now, and for whatever reason that includes my senses. So such the hell up and calmly, and quietly, explain what is going on." He spoke so softly, and so furiously, that it left him mentally shocked. He'd never once managed that kind of voice... or this level of... anger. It was so confusing... and then more voices popped in. 

'Hey! George? What is going on? You feel weird. Alpha want's to see you today, so you have to leave your bro earlier than normal. Three, okay?'  Geff growled audibly, though softly to avoid hurting George. 'I don't know who the hell you or this 'Alpha' are, but I swear that I'll die before I leave my brother for a bunch of strangers! If you're his friend, then tell everyone we switched bodies somehow! Now shut up so I can focus.' The voice was dead silent, and I mentally blocked myself from it just in case. 

As I refocused, I saw my dad in the doorway, utterly flabbergasted. He clearly had no idea what was happening. I breathed, mentally going over how George acted, trying to decide if I should pretend for my dad or not. Which confused me, since I had no idea if my dad even know... did I? Maybe George knew... 

I trusted George's instincts, grinning and waving. "Hey dad! Sorry... just a nightmare. I'm all good." I forced the mask to stay on, mentally in shock by how... easy it all was. This took so little effort it made me want to cry. I'd never found talking like this- loud, confident, and normal- to be easy. But... it was so easy I wanted to cry. What was so wrong with me and my head that I struggled with my senses and words so much...?

I hoped this wasn't permanent... if only because the idea of everything being this easy was leaving him in a panic and a would leave him crushed by social uncertainty. Though that was only on a personal level. his deepest worry was... well... imagine if George was stuck like this? Geoffrey couldn't do that to him... and I didn't know if I could bear to lose George's confidence and positivity. This panic... this was unfamiliar... both less and more intense than I was used too. I didn't know how to handle this. And George couldn't handle my body or brain either, apparently. 

My dad nodded, looking around uneasily and uncertainly. I was apparently really good at lying... or George was. I wasn't sure right now. I was just trying my best. 

"Of course... um... if you're sure... where's Geoffrey?" I tensed slightly, forcing my muscles not to lock up like they wanted to. Honestly, what level of control did I- or was it George?- have over this body? It was insane...

"I think he went out early to meet with some friends... something about making a surprise for us? I was mostly dead to the world at the time... you know how I sleep." I made myself chuckle in a shockingly natural way, acting like my bashful brother. The twins were staring at me in confusion and shock, and George was staring up at me as well, equally unable to understand what was happening. Mom was the only one who adapted fast enough to allay suspicion.

"That boy," She muttered, silently glaring at me as she faked a sigh; and it was good, "at least he's spending time with friends... You have to work on your sleeping if he could just up and leave. I almost had a heart attack..." She shook her head, leaving me looking chagrined and scolded, while I silently began to whimper in terror in my mind. She'd never been like this with me... it made me scared. At least dad seemed to buy it. 

"Alright... so, nothing to worry about?" He asked, smiling as he relaxed. 

"Absolutely nothing," mom said, smiling easily at him, "I'll handle this, love... go and get breakfast started?" He nodded, smiling and heading upstairs. I saw him blush slightly before he left... Had mom somehow flirted with him...? Weird...

"Okay... now then, I honestly do-" She couldn't finish before I'd collapsed, clutching George and heaving, trembling violently as I effectively shut down, unable to will myself to sit up. I'd just lied... to dad... without immediately getting seen through. What in the world was happening? I shouldn't be this confident... I couldn't be... I was... I... 

My thoughts shut down as I started sobbing, my brother's body clinging to George as it's only source of comfort. The trio of witches stared at me, looking at each other now and then as they went through whiplash. After all... they weren't sure what to do. So... with no other real options, Sophie and Abby went upstairs. I don't know what they were going to do, but mom hugged us, pulling me and George into her arms like we were children- though I- George, really- was much bigger than her. 

She held us until I calmed down half an hour later, leaving me a nervous wreck, but at least able to speak. After I'd reached that point, I realized I couldn't feel my pride... MY pride... I wanted them back. 

Then mom started to interrogate me. It took a while. 

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(A/N) Hey. I was wondering if you guys could help me with something. I was looking for music that fits the characters personalities. Mainly the twins, Alex, and Mason. Do you guys have any ideas or advice? I'd love t hear from you, and I'd love to get some input. Thank you. I'm sorry that these are taking so long. I'm in the middle of moving, and that's taking up a ton of the time I was hoping to have... not to mention trying to shift into online school. The homework is fairly easy, but figuring out what the homework is, and how to turn it in is something I struggle with. Which sucks, since my own brother seems to have such an easy time with it... I hope I'll manage to get more chapters out soon. 

Till next time, sept mates!

Your poet and Scribe, 

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