Prologue
"Chloe, we need to talk." The way she looked at me, it made my heart ache. The dark circles right above her cheekbones, the glassy look in her eyes, that strawberry blonde hair of hers falling stingily across her too pale face. She emptied her hand of the crush vervain she snuffs onto the floor and walked wobbly to me, Simon, my brother, and Tori, my half-sister. "What is it my sexy Werewolf?" She basically fell into my lap and tried to take off my shirt. I grabbed her wrists with a tight grip and she looked up abruptly, her blue eyes searching wildly into his, as to see a change in him, but it was her who had change. "Derek, just do it," said Simon, not able to let himself watch as he walked out of the room. "Ya. The quicker, the better," Tori finished, exiting with her half-brother. "Do what?" it came out as a question, but she dismissed it just as quickly as it came out. "Chloe, we're over."