Chapter 2

I stomped on the brakes, stopping the car just short of hitting the curb and took a moment to catch my breath. I got out of the car, knowing I hadn't hit anyone but still expecting the worst. Looking around, there was nobody. Not lying on the road, on the sidewalk or even coming out of the houses to see what the noise was about. I shook my head. I was seeing things, great. I mean, I knew it had been a ghost but still, not what I wanted right now.

Ten minutes later, I pulled up outside Hayley's house and laid on the horn. She opened the door and flipped me off. I laughed to myself and unlocked the passenger's side door. Hayley slid her snapback on backwards as she got into my passengers' seat.

"Why did you drag me out of bed at this un-Godly hour?" Hayley whined. I rolled my eyes and kept heading towards the mall.

"I'll tell you but you need to promise not to over-react and make me crash my car. Alright?"

"I don't like the sound of that but alright," Hayley answered, adjusting herself to look at me.

"So yesterday, when Spencer and I were driving home from the shooting range, a car followed us the entire way. I did eventually lose him before we made it to the house but it was weird. At dinner, that phone call? There was no one on the other end and that's about the third time we've had a phone call like that. It freaked mum out and I guess both her and Spencer told dad what happened," I sighed, "Dad decided that we have to move this weekend."

"What! You're kidding?" Hayley faced me even more, "you cannot leave the weekend before we graduate!"

"I know, I know, but my dad gets insane over safety. I mean sometimes, it's a bit smothering. I needed to get out of there for a while. Especially knowing he's right to be worried and there was nothing I could do about it."

Hayley took my free hand, "you are not leaving me. Not yet anyways."

We spent a couple hours wandering around the mall, doing window shopping and even buying a few things. Even though I bought the clothes, I knew that Hayley might steal an article or two. Eventually just like the good Canadians we were, we made our way to Tim Horton's. Sitting in the food court, we did a bit of people watching.

"Where are you guys going to go?" Hayley asked. I could hear how sad she was, and it broke my heart. Hayley had been my first friend when we got to Pickering half way through grade 9 and I hadn't been able to shake her since.

"I don't know, probably out of Ontario. I mean, if they really did find us then it's not safe anywhere around here," I took a bite out of the sandwich I had bought, "it's safer for you too. And Andy and-"

"Dean," Hayley said, finishing my sentence.

"Yeah, Dean especially if they've been watching us for a long time," I replied, my eyes on the table. My insides did weird things when my ex-boyfriend got brought up.

"No, I mean Dean is right behind you," Hayley went from a normal speaking voice to almost a whisper, her head basically touch the table.

"What?" I turned my head around and that was a mistake. My ex-boyfriend was walking towards with my brothers at his side.

"Cameron! Hayley! How's my sister and her lesbian?" Dylan sat down at the table beside her. I could feel that both my brothers and Dean felt uncomfortable being in such a large crowd of people. From the look on Dean's face, he was already getting a headache from all the smells. Werewolf problems. Of course, I had found and fallen for the one of the only other werewolves in the area.

"Her lesbian is doing fine, thank you very much," Hayley sarcastically answered. Since Hayley was my best friend, that forced her and Dylan to spend a lot of time together. Usually they couldn't go any amount of time without disagreeing over something. Spencer leaned against the table beside us, his eyes surveying the crowd. He was on high alert, probably due to a warning from my father. His leaning position left the only empty spot to be the chair beside me. I hate my brothers. I knew they had done it on purpose. Dean sat down in the chair, leaving a good amount of space between us.

"Hi," he muttered. I made a noise in my throat but jumped when Hayley kicked me under the table. She gave me the look of a parent that was unimpressed with their toddler.

"Hello," I shuffled and crossed my arms, "so are we actually going to move?"

"Yeah, we're going tomorrow I think," Spencer answered.

"You're leaving?" Dean sounded shocked but I knew what he sounded like when he lied. My brothers had already told him. Good, that meant I wouldn't have to. After a few minutes, I felt a hand reach across and take mine. I stiffened and made eye contact with Hayley. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes going between the two of us. I took my hand from Dean's, running to the bathroom.

I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were watering at an alarming rate. This was such an over-reacting for the girl who broke up with her boyfriend. The bathroom was empty, thank goodness. It would have been embarrassing to cry in front of random teenage girls.

"Cam? Cameron, sweetie. Are you okay?" Hayley came into the bathroom, took one look at me then wrapped me in her arms. Being held by my best friend caused me to cry even harder.

"Oh dear, looks like somebody is upset," I raised my head from Hayley's shoulder to see an older woman coming into the washroom, "I'll just give you two a minute."

The lady handed me a handkerchief then exited the washroom.

"Well that was awkward and cute," Hayley muttered, sounding oddly relieved. I started giggling, wiping my eyes with the hanky.

"Old people are cute," I said. I wiped my eyes and checked my make-up in the mirror.

"Oh how cute, there's embroidery on it. What does that say?" Hayley asked, voice confused. I fumbled around with it for a moment, seeing the markings and froze.

I made eye contact with my best friend.

"We need to tell the others. We need to go, now."

Hayley and I ran out of the washrooms, straight into a crowd of people.

"Where the hell are your brothers?" Hayley complained. I finally caught sight of them. I grabbed Hayley's hand and we maneuvered through the sea of shoppers. The two of them looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, putting my hand on my twin's shoulder getting his attention.

"Dean went to the bathroom, kind of crushed over you crying. But he hasn't come back yet," Dylan explained. There was a loud bang coming from the back of the mall, causing screams to erupt.

"I'll be back," Spencer mumbled, going towards the noise. I reached out to grab him but with the amount of people running away from the washrooms, he got away. Hayley latched onto my arm after a large man shoved her. A squad of security guards rushed by. An incoming roll of smoke caused even more of a panic to the crowd.

"What is going on?" Dylan started walking after the security. Before he could get too far, both Hayley and I grabbed ahold of him. Dylan made eye contact with me, doubt in his eyes. I shook my head, dissuading him from abandoning us in the middle of a crowded mall.

"Dean is gone," Spencer reappeared in front of us.

I handed my older brother the handkerchief, "some lady gave this to me in the washroom."

Spencer examined it then saw what was sewn into it. When he read it a couple times, he gave me a look of concern.

"We need to go. Now."

Escorting us out into the parking lot, Spencer led us towards his car far away from the building.

"Where are you parked?"

I pointed, "a row over."

Dylan started laughing, "looks like dad taught us well."

Spencer smirked, "fine. We'll follow you home. Do not detour, got it?"

"Got it. Come on Hayls, let's go" the two of us ran to my car.

"What the hell is going on?" Hayley yelled at me, throwing her backpack into the backseat.

"You aren't going home right now, that is what's going on" I put the car into reverse. Once I saw my brother's car in the rearview mirror, we bolted out of the parking lot.

"That's fine but where are we going?" Hayley was freaking out.

"My house. After that? Who knows."

Our two cars raced towards home. My Bluetooth started ringing. Seeing Spencer's name, I accepted the call.

"What's up?"

"Dean's car was still in the parking lot when we left. Someone had to have taken him," Dylan's voice came through the speaker.

"What if he didn't get taken? What if you just missed him? There were a lot of people and chaos," Hayley asked.

"There was blood," Spencer answered after a minute, "on the walls. It was his, I could smell it. An EG was written in blood."

I kept my eyes on the road, but I knew Hayley was looking at me. I could feel tears beginning to swell up in my eyes but I forced them back down.

"We'll see you back at the house," I said then hung up the phone.

"Cam, I'm-"
"Don't," I interrupted, "don't be sorry. I don't have time to be upset. I just want to find out what's going on."

Back at the house, we didn't even pull into the driveway.

"Dad!" I yelled, getting into the house first, "Dad!"

I heard footsteps throughout the house.
"Cameron? What's wrong?" my father came out from his office. Mum and Maggie had matching looks of concern as they came down the stairwell.

"We need to leave now."

I grabbed Hayley's hand, and led her towards the stairs. Passing my father, I shoved the handkerchief in his chest. Stopping beside my mum and sister, I looked back down at my father.

"They attacked Dean at the mall. Dad, they took him."

Mum looked between her husband and eldest daughter, "Derek what is happening?"

My dad's finger ran across the embroidery. His eyes met my mother's.

"They're back, Chloe. The Edison Group."