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"You're...you're brothers?" I asked, astonished. I looked at Connor again. Now I knew why he looked familiar. His strong jaw line, his brown eyes...He looked like Danny.

"Yes. Danny is my older brother by two years." He said that as if he was confessing to having a wart on his toe, like it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

"I remember once, when I was maybe ten, he came home covered in blood. My mother, of course, freaked. But when she found out it wasn't his blood she was absolutely furious. When she demanded he explain himself he simply said: 'he called me stupid'." He looked down in disgust "He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like it explained everything. He was referring to the boy down the street. Jimmy Tangway. He was only eleven." He shook his head, revulsion for his brother's deed clear on his face.

"And what made it worse was my father approved. I remember that night, my mother and father were screaming at each other. Then, close to midnight, my mother stormed into my room and started packing my cloths into a suitcase. I asked her what was going on and she said that we were going to go on a little vacation, just the two of us. Then my father burst into the room screaming about how she couldn't take me away from him. She said she wasn't going to let him corrupt me like he did Danny. He said that I should decide. I can still see his face, so angry, so shocked, when I said I was going with my mother.

"About two maybe three years ago we had heard that Danny formed his own pack, recruiting everyone he could, and about his plan. I decided I was going to fight it so I got as many people as I could. Friends from the werewolf community, cousins, humans who knew about me, anyone. But unlike Danny, I gave them a choice. Danny used threats, bribes, or just ripped some poor innocent human out of their life and dragged them down with him. Like what he did to you." He glanced up at me through his long, dark eyelashes, his warm brown eyes glinting with sympathy.

"We began to branch out, sending people to recruit any rouge they could find. We now have packs all over the world. But, unfortunately, so does Danny. It's a good thing my mom is independently rich or feeding and housing my pack would have been a lot harder.

"Because our pack was so tightly knit and so close, we could fight better and more efficiently than Danny's. It seemed like we were going to win...but then he found James. It's impossible to defeat him and whenever it seems like we're going to get even remotely close to beating them he brings out the big guns. I couldn't count the people I've lost to that sick bastard." He sneered.

Andrew took one look at Connors despondent face and stood in front of me. "I know it's a lot to take in Maggs. Come on," he grabbed my hand. "If that's all the questions you have, I'll give you the grand tour." He gave Connor a sad look as he led me out of the room with Connor still sitting there, staring sorrowfully into space.

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As Andrew showed me the house I realized just how big this place was. We stared at the top floor and decided to work our way down. The top floor was mostly just housing (About fifteen double bed rooms) except for the library. It was small, about the size of one of the bedrooms, but it was enough. I knew I would be spending a good deal of my time in there. I missed reading so much.

The second floor was, again, mostly rooms except for the bathrooms. Apparently there were only two bathrooms in the whole house. I was shocked at this until I saw them. They were huge and resembling the locker rooms at a high school. The showers were in little stalls with curtains and there were multiple toilet stalls. A long row of sinks spanned from one wall to another.

The next floor down, the floor my room was on, had nothing but rooms so we just continued to the ground floor.

The ground floor was larger than the upper floors, or, at least it seemed that way. One room was a rec. room, many couches and arm chairs were scattered throughout. There were coffee tables with magazines and books on them. A pool table and a fuse ball table took up the remaining space.

The next room I was shown was the kitchen. It had three refrigerators and two stoves. There were too may drawers and cupboards to count. I guess that's what it took to feed an army of werewolves. Blue-marble counters rimmed the walls and there was a matching table in the center. A metal rack was suspended above the table with pots and pans hanging from it.

"Well that's all..." Andrew said as we walked away from the kitchen.

"What about that room?" I asked, pointing to the only part of the downstairs that didn't have large windows.

"That's the infirmary. You sure you want to go in there?"

I nodded my head and began to walk toward it.

"Well here it is..." Andrew said as he opened the swinging double doors, a hint of sadness in his voice. I looked around at the cots filled with injured people. Some had bloody bandages wrapped around all parts of their bodies while others had limbs in casts and slings. The smell of antiseptic filled the air. I noticed one boy in particular though. He was lying perfectly still in a bed, his jaw tight and muscles coiled. He didn't seem to be badly hurt except for an arm wrapped in a bloody bandage. But what really caught my attention was the fact that he was blindfolded.

Andrew turned to leave but I held his arm. "Wait..." I walked slowly over to the boy.

"Maggie..." Andrew said in a warning tone. I waved my hand dismissively at him. As I drew nearer to the boy I noticed his wrists were chained to the bed. His hands were clenched into fists, as if ready for a fight.

"Who's he?" I asked.

"They found him among our injured members. All the others from Danny's pack were either dead or had left already. He was just lying there, though he wasn't badly injured, just a pretty nasty gash in his arm. Needed a hell of a lot of stitches, but other than that.... Connor couldn't just leave him there, so he decided to bring him."

"The blindfold?"

"Precautions" He waved his hand dismissively.

I reached over to take the blind fold off.

"Maggie, don't." Andrew said, grabbing my outstretched hand.

"Why not? He's probably scared out of his mind and that blindfold isn't helping."

"Because he was in Danny's pack. We can't risk him seeing anything."

"So was I Andrew, he's in the same boat as me. By your reasoning I should be chained and blindfolded too. And plus what's he gunna see that's so important? What harm is there in removing the blindfold?"

Andrew sighed. "Alright..."

I placed my hand on the boys arm. He tried to pull away but was stopped by the handcuffs.

"It's ok," I said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to take the blind fold off ok?" I reached up to his face and slowly slid the blindfold over is shaggy dark-blond hair. His eyes were shut, his face turned in a terrified grimace, as if preparing for the onslaught of pain. I rubbed his tense shoulder reassuringly. "You can open your eyes now. I promise I won't hurt you." His eyes slowly cracked open. "That's it, come on."

His eyes turned to me, their steely gray burning with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"D...Davo..." His eyes wandered all over my face before settling on my eyes. "Who are you?"

"My name is Maggie."

"Where am I?" I could hear a slight accent in his voice but I couldn't name it.

"In a hospital of sorts," I looked down at his wrists than looked at Andrew meaningfully.

"No. He could be dangerous." Andrew said his voice strong. I shot a glare at him. I didn't know this guy but I knew that if he had been with Danny, his life had been hell. I wasn't going to let him sit here, chained.

"Davo, can you promise not to hurt anybody or try to run? If you can do that then I could get the chains removed."

He nodded his head.

"Good. Andrew?"

"No Maggie. I can't just take his word for it."

"Well I can. I've been there Andrew, you haven't." I looked back into Davo's eyes; I could see a spark of hope in them. He wasn't going to hurt anyone, I could tell. "Take the chains off Andrew."

"Maggie, I-"

"Take the chains off." I interrupted.

"Fine." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. Davo rubbed his raw wrists when Andrew had finished unlocking them.

"Come on Davo," I held out my hand to help him up. "Let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry."

He smiled and took my hand, swinging his legs over the small cot and standing up. I walked with him to the kitchen, Andrew trailing behind us, his eyes glued on Davo. I opened one of the many refrigerators and pulled out some sliced cheese and butter.

"Andrew, where's the bread, a skillet and a spatula?" I listed the things I needed to make grilled cheese sandwiches.

"The bread's in that drawer," Andrew pointed to a large drawer next to the refrigerators. "I'll get the other stuff."

I opened the drawer to find crackers, loaves of bread, pretzels, hot dog buns, and other bread-like things. I pulled an already-open loaf of bread out and went to the table.

"Turn the stove on low and put the skillet on. And get me three plates." Andrew followed my orders without question.

He handed me four white plastic plates and I began to spread butter on the bread and put cheese on them. Once I had the sandwiches prepared I took them over to the skillet and placed them on the hot metal. I took the spatula from Andrew and pressed on the bread, making the butter hiss.

"So Davo," I said, looking away from my sandwiches. "What's your story?"

He looked down. "I uh...I used to live in Australia with my mum and my dad but we moved here for my dad's business about four years ago. We've moved all around the US since then. But, anyway, I was walking home one night and was jumped by Danny and his crew..." he looked up at me with sad, knowing eyes. "If you've been with Danny, you know the rest." I nodded and flashed an empathetic smile at him.

"Why didn't you run after the fight when Danny left without you?" Andrew asked, suspicion clear in his voice. I shot a glare at him. No matter how much I had missed him he had no reason or right to be so callous towards Davo. I knew what he had been through; he didn't need Andrew looking at him like he was ready to bite his head off.

"I figured that you'd either, help me, just leave me there, or kill me. Option one, obviously was the preferred one and seems to be the one you took," He looked at Andrew with an unsure yet hopeful look. "The second one didn't really matter 'cause I could have just left after you did and the third...well...it was a better option than going back with them."

I bit my lip, knowing full well what he meant.

The sandwiches now had an even brown toasting on either side of the bread. I scooped them up with the spatula and placed one on each plate. I handed one plate to Andrew, one to Davo who looked at it hungrily, and kept one for myself. I bit into my sandwich, my mouth watering. Andrew and Davo did the same.

"Thanks," mumbled Davo between bites.

"Ya thanks Maggs." Said Andrew, already having finished half of his.

The sky was beginning to darken and the rejoicing and grieving people were beginning to venture inside. Most went up to their rooms while others went to the rec. room to play pool or to just sit in the couches. I couldn't help but yawn. I was just so tired. There was so much to take in, plus the fact that I barley slept last night didn't help.

"You should head to bed Maggs. You've had a long couple of days." Andrew informed me.

"Tell me about it. But where's Davo going to sleep?"

"Well...There's an opening in the room across from yours...I think. I'll have to check, but if there aren't any he can sleep on the couches."

"Ok well you two play nice. I'm going to bed."

"Night Maggs." Andrew pulled me in for a hug.

"Night Andrew, night Davo." I waved goodbye as I left the kitchen.

"Goodnight!" Davo called after me.

I slyly grabbed a scissors that was sitting on the counter on my way out of the kitchen. The stairs all but flew under my feet as I ran up them and into my new room. I plopped down on the bed and rested my elbows on my knees, letting my head fall into my hands. Connor had told me so much today, answered so many questions. And yet so many went unanswered. I knew Danny was a psychopath but...this? He really wanted to kill off the entire human race? Why? Was he just that power crazy or what?

I sat up and took my long unruly hair in my hand. I opened the scissors and held them unsurely over my hair. As the handles squeezed, I could hear the sharp blades cutting through the fragile tendrils. Locks of my hair fell to the ground as I continued to chop off the mats and broken ends until my hair barley touched my shoulders. The cuts were uneven and my hair would probably look like a porcupine in the morning, but I just couldn't care less. I put the hair in the trash can by the door, and threw the scissors under my bed before lying down.

I sighed and rolled onto my stomach, placing my hands under my pillow. My world used to be so simple. Horrible, but simple. The only thing I had to worry about was dodging my father's fists and making sure I had his dinner ready on time. Now everything was so confusing. I was feeling a thousand different emotions at once. Some new, and some that I had buried deep in my heart and were now being uncovered to attack my already troubled mind. I was happy that I had found Andrew. I was scared because of Danny. I was sad and hurt because of Jason's betrayal. Confused about how the world could have possibly been so oblivious to this. Angry because of that among other things.

I had been so numb for so long. I blocked every emotion out because hurt dominated over any other one I could scrounge up and there was nothing I could do to remedy the situation. All I could do was hurt. So I blocked it all out. I had kept myself neutral for so long that now, that with this bombardment of emotions it was so hard to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest. So many things didn't make sense.

I wished I could just close my eyes and my life would all be a bad dream. That my mom was alive and my father wasn't an abusive pig. That Andrew had never disappeared and I had never been taken by those lunatics. I wished my life could be simpler. For the biggest problem in my life to be what to wear to the next party, and weather to get drunk at said party with the wine coolers or the beer. But, no, I had to be a freak among freaks that were in a secret war with each other. Sometimes I envy the girls in those cheesy teen soap operas.

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The moonlight shone through the open window into my still-open eyes. The soft snoring of Elli under her blankets and the floor boards creaking under my feet were the only sounds to break the night as I stood. I walked quietly over to the window, the cool night air soothing my lungs as I breathed deep.

I hadn't slept a wink that night. Every time I shut my eyes I saw Danny, Gage, or Jason looking back at me with evil, vindictive glares.

I pulled my wings to my sides as I stepped onto the window sill. I jumped from the room and snapped my wings out, feeling the wind catch under them and lift me up into the night sky. My eye lids slipped closed as my wings flapped up down, up down, the rhythm lulling my mind into a serene calmness as I soared higher and higher.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ground below. A figure, sitting on the ground with his head on his knees, caught my eye. I silently swooped down behind the figure, letting my wings retract into my back as I walked over to him.

"Hello?" I asked.

The figure tensed and jumped to attention, spinning in a circle to face me. Davo relaxed when he recognized my face.

"Hey, Maggie." He cocked his head sideways in confusion. "What happened to your hair?"

I sat on the ground and motioned for him to sit as well. "I cut it. The length was annoying me." He nodded and sat beside me. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

"Nope. That couch is not as comfortable as it looks." He chuckled. "It was just so...awkward, you know? It just was too weird after months of sleeping on the ground. I'll get used to it eventually, I suppose. If they let me stay that is..." He trailed off.

"Of course they'll let you stay, Davo. Or they'll have me to deal with." I nudged him with my shoulder.

He laughed. "Well thanks for the offer, but if they don't want me here...well I guess I could always try to find my parents." His lips turned in a bitter-sweet smile.

"Tell me about them."

"Well, my dad is a contractor and we have to move a lot because the company he works for sends him all over the world to head the jobs of building hospitals and big things like that. He's kind of strict but he loves to have a good laugh or play a game of baseball in the back yard. He's one of those dads who takes their kids out to play catch everyday and gets them into every sport possible, you know?

"My mum is an artist. My dad makes enough money that she doesn't have to work so she mostly stays home and paints or sculpts. I had the coolest room as a kid thanks to her. She painted a mural on each wall and I had a million other paintings hanging up." He smiled at the memory. "Since we moved around a lot I didn't have many friends, so my mum and dad and I were real close. I could talk to them about anything...God they're probably so worried...I can't even think about my mum's reaction to me just disappearing into thin air."

"Then why didn't you go straight back to them after the fight? Why didn't you run home?"

"Because for all I know they could be on the other side of the country by now...maybe even in a different country. And plus how the hell am I supposed to explain to them where I've been or what I've become? How do I know they wouldn't freak and send me to some Area 51 place? I mean I love them and they love me but how exactly are you supposed to deal with your only son being a werewolf?" he threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"I'm sure they'd still love you." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks...So what about your parents? You miss them?"

"Well...I miss my mom but I've been missing her for a while now. She died when I was thirteen. And my dad...well I don't miss him. Let's just say he gave me enough reminders of him to last me a life time." I scoffed.

*Ya...a lot of black and blue reminders.*

"I'm sorry Maggie," he looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It seems like I had been getting a lot of that lately. He didn't say anything else, as if he knew not to press the matter further. I was grateful for that.

I shrugged. "It's ok. I'm away from him now, right?"

We both stared at the crescent moon, letting the soft chirps of the crickets be the only thing to break the silence.

After a long while of listening to the chorus of nature, I got an idea.

"Hey, Davo?" I asked, turning to him.

"Ya?"

I stood and looked down at him with a sly smile. "Wanna race?" I wiggled my eye brows up and down.

"Hell ya!" He cheered jumping up.

"Ok..." I looked into the forest and located where the river cut through the trees. "To the river and back."

"You're on!" He said getting into a runners crouch.

"Alright, ready...set..." I crouched down, ready to take off as fast as I could. "GO!"