17 years later.

"Ugh! Mom is so going to kill me if she finds out I just failed my midterm", I said to my twin brother.

"Yeah, sis your screwed", Marcus replied.

We were walking home after track practice, Mom could barely pay rent so there was no way for us to have our own car; we were the best on the team. It was obvious to us why, we were necromancer werewolves, though everybody else just thought that we had good running genes. Mom says that nobody can know about us because there have never been hybrid before. Not like us. Normally if two races mix, one power becomes dominant, while the other gives the supernatural a little boost. My brother and I both have really strong necromancer powers, and we are both full blooded werewolves. We should be starting the change soon.

I growl under my breath, but my brother still hears and chuckles.

"Cheer up Siren, mom couldn't hurt a fly, the worst is that she'll give you extra chores", He says lightheartedly.

"That's what I'm afraid of" I reply. We both look at each other and break into fits of laughter simultaneously. Twins do have some weird sort of connection thing.

By now we are making our way up the stairs to room 3B on the third floor. It's been our home for the past two years. Mom moved to North Carolina because of two reasons, the first would be that it is pretty under the radar from any cabal, the second is that Marcus and I would start changing soon. We've been looking for nice house with a good backyard full of woods to change in, but right now we do not have enough money. When we start showing signs I think mom is going to take us on a "camping" trip at the cabin.

At the last step to get to our floor, we stopped. Something was wrong. It smelt different, it didn't smell like mom, she should be home by now. We cautiously moved to our door, listening to hear movement. Hearing nothing we opened the door to our empty home.

"Mom", I shout. I get no reply, and in the world that we live in that's bad. I crouch outside the door and smell two new scents, mom left with them. I go into my room and see a piece of paper on my bad. It was a warning from mom.

Siren and Marcus,

They have found us, get some clothes and money, and anything necessary. I'll meet up at the rendezvous point when I escape. I love you both, be strong and be careful. They don't know about you yet, the spell work, hiding your door to them, but they may come back to the apartment. You need to be gone as soon as possible. They must not find you.

Love, Mom.

I feel a tear escape as I hand the note over to Marcus. I physically shake myself. I don't have the time for distractions like this. I grab our bags out of the closet that we share and hand Marcus his. I pack like mom taught me to pack. Layering up I put only the bare necessities of clothing into the bag. I pick up an old book and open it to find close to three thousand. I take that and half it, giving some to Marcus in case we split up. I walk out of my room and into our mom's. I grab some of her clothes and put them in my bag. As I do so I feel something hard in her drawer, I move her shirt over and see a book. A photo album. I grab it and cram it into my bag just as Marcus shouts that we need to leave. I walk out into the living room and look back. I see the room I've lived in for two years now. I remember mom getting a witch to spell the door so that only those who know that it is there can see it. It was for our protection, and it worked just like the rings that hide our scent. The witch is one of mom's contacts, they trade for each other's help. The rings hide the fact that we are werewolves, they let us live in Syracuse for a couple of months.

I laugh at the memories of this place that my family has shared together. I turn around and walk out the door.

We were hiking in the mountain of North Carolina looking for the cabin in the woods that our mother bought for us to use a rendezvous point. It was cheap, it had one room, one bath and a small kitchenette. It was broken down and that's why mom got it, it meant that less people would go looking for it.

We broke through the dense trees and came into the clearing that held our cabin. It was the only cabin within miles, so no one would come up to bother us about being up here without our mother.

We got the key and unlocked the door, I let my bag fall to the ground as I sat down hard in the chair. This has never happened before. Mom always warned that it could happen, but I never thought that it actually would happen. I feel long arms wrap around me and I realize that I had been crying.

"I know Si, I want her back to, but we can't go after her, we don't even know who or what we took her. If they find out about us then everything that she has done to protect us would be in vain. I want to save her to sis but we can't", Marcus says, his breath warming my ear as he lets out a sigh, "I'll go get some food and blankets at the store, I'll be back". Marcus stands and walks out the door. I know he'll be back because no one is looking for us right now. I can only hope that it stays that way until mom finds us.

I let out a sigh and grab my bag, looking for the pair of pajama's that I had crammed in there, but instead of my pajama's I bring out the photo album that was hidden in mom's drawer. I flip through the book and see the pictures that mom had collected over the years, the picture of my brothers and mine's fifth birthday back when we lived on Florida. The picture of me and mom at my first middle school dance. I turn the page and stop, I had never seen this picture before; it was a group picture. Everyone in the picture looked to be about my age which was sixteen, except for two adults. One of the adults was a female with pretty blonde hair, kind of like my mom's, beside her a girl around the same height as her with short spikey dark hair. The other adult was an Asian man with graying dark hair, he had one arm over the girl with the spikey hair and the other arm was over his son, an Asian boy with blonde hair. The last two people in the picture was a tall boy with acne all over his face and greasy dark hair that fell in his hair, in front of him was a small girl with flat black hair. I realized with a shock that that was my mother.

This must be the group that she told us about, the ones that helped her bring down the Edison Group. The ones that she left to protect. They would always help save each other in the stories that she told us about.

I sat up with a start, they could help rescue our mother.