The night was calm and everything was silent. The birds outside had roosted for their evening slumber, while the bugs have left for the nightlife of the City that has started to take form. Yanaté, a somewhat tall vixen with vibrant blonde fur, as well as a slender figure, was busy putting her 9 year old sienna-colored wolfox son Lowen to bed, while her 12 year old gray wolfox son sat on his own bed, looking out the window as he clutched the amulet his father gave him on his eighth birthday.

"Vincent, aren't you tired?" Yanaté asked as she tucked Lowen in, "It's almost 9:30, that's way past your bedtime."

Vincent looked to his mother with his deep blue eyes and groaned. "Mom…" he said with a whine, "I don't want to go to bed yet."

"Vincent…" Yanaté cooed before sitting down beside her son, "I know you don't like to sleep at night. But if you didn't sleep in class all day, you wouldn't be complaining about insomnia and be asleep by now."

"Feh… Dad doesn't have to go to bed at night." Vincent said as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, he IS an adult honey." Yanaté said with a smile. "Besides, you know he works between the dawn and midday, so he sleeps in the afternoon."

"Then why can't I sleep during the day like Dad?" Vince whined before crossing his arms.

"Because you have school in the morning." Yanaté replied with a smile. "Good night boys."

"Night Mom." Lowen said with a yawn before turning over to his side. "Yeah, night…" Vince said with a sigh before resting his head on his pillow.

Walking down the stairs from the boys' room, Yanaté let out a small yawn as she made her way to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, she looked to her side to see a somewhat tall, glasses wearing gray-furred wolf following in after her. "Did you put the boys to bed?"

"Yes Hierdal, though Vincent is still refusing to go to sleep." Yanaté said with a smirk. "Like always."

"I swear, who does that boy think he is, me?" Hierdal said with a smile before taking a seat beside his wife.

"I wouldn't bet against that. After all, he looks and acts a lot more like you than he does like me." Yanaté purred before nuzzling into his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her and giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead, Hierdal and Yanaté lay quietly on the sofa as they took in the silent sounds of the night. At least… that was their intention was until a loud pounding came at the door.

"Who could that be at this hour?" Hierdal said as he looked at the wall clock, which read '9:53 P.M.'. Rising from the seat, Hierdal began to make his way to the hall way and towards the front door. "I'll be right back Yanaté."

"Guess again love." Yanaté said with a wink before glomping her husband. "If you're going, I might as well keep you company."

"It's probably just that real estate agent Isaac Ichenagwa. I guess we'll just have to tell him the land isn't for sale… for the third time this week." Hierdal said with a sigh as he approached the door, whose pounding started to increase in intensity. "Hold your horses, I'm coming."

Grasping the door handle, Hierdal turned it clockwise and pulled, causing the mahogany door to swing open. But to his surprise, the tall brown weasel with the green suit they expected to see wasn't there. Instead, a pair of strangers wearing dark brown cloaks stood before the door. Their features were undistinguishable, for the cloaks they wore hid their body from head to toe. The only thing Hierdal and Yanaté could see was their muzzles. The one on the left looked somewhat slick and had no nose on it, resembling that of a reptile, while the one on the right had a somewhat fuzzy muzzle that could resemble that of a mammal of some sort, with a small, triangle-like button nose. To Yanaté, it seemed like the second figure was kind of feminine.

"Can I… help you two?" Hierdal asked as he raised his eyebrows.

But Hierdal received no answer, which caused for some alarm in his mind. But before Hierdal could close the door, the figure on the left rushed him and pushed his hands into Hierdal's stomach, sending him backwards into the wall.

"HIERDAL!" Yanaté shouted as she saw her husband in pain, but was unable to do anything, for the second figure immediately dashed behind her and slugged Yanaté across the face, knocking her body onto the floor.

With a gasp, Vince quickly sat up from his bed and jumped off it before running to his brother's bedside.

"Lowen! Lowen, wake up!" Vince whispered to his brother as he shook his elbow. "C'mon, this is serious!"

Rubbing his eyes, Lowen yawned lazily and smacked his lips a bit. "Is it breakfast time already?"

"No! I heard fighting downstairs." Vince said with a worried voice, "It's not like them to fight over anything…"

"You want to find out what's going on then?" Lowen asked as he rubbed his right eye.

Vince tucked his amulet into his shirt and nodded in response. Grabbing their shoes, the Brothers quickly headed downstairs to see what was happening below. But little did they know, what they were about to see was far more horrific than what they every thought would happen.

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To be continued…