I woke up in my rather drab room, and blinked warm brown eyes at the clock on my night stand. The time read five am, in bright red letters. I was not happy with being awake so early on a Saturday, but after a few moments of trying to go back to sleep, I found my needs would not be accepted. My body wanted me to get up, to run, be active, though all my mind wanted was rest.

I crawled out of bed, and came to stand in front of my full-size mirror, taking in my disheveled appearance. Weary brown eyes, ruffled with sleep, wavy red-brown hair which reached a few inches below mid-back, and clipped to the side bangs. I was slim, with long legs, five foot six to be exact, with sun-kissed skin, and dressed in a long tee shirt. Yup, that's me alright. I heaved a sigh, and started to make my way downstairs. I was satisfied with the way I looked. With my slightly rounded face, and large eyes, I thought I was pretty, no, knew I was.

Downstairs I retrieved breakfast; cereal and toast, and started to eat while standing and leaning against the counter. I watched a few people rush in from outside, and there was some yelling going on in the other room. No wonder I woke up so early, with all that seemed to be going on already! I dropped my dish into the sink, not at all happy, and turned to head back upstairs, but instead, collided with a boy who was easily six-foot, and smelled of cat. "Get out of the way, fur ball, sleepy girl coming through, " I snapped, as if it was his fault I plowed into him, and was awake in the first place.

He gave me this incredulous look, grass-green eyes starting to blaze with anger, and held up his hands open palmed as if fending off attack. "Whoa there, Cool your jets, kiddo. "

The insult of kiddo stung. I was nearly twenty, he had no right to say such a thing. A low growl started to worm its way up from within my chest, though I sucked it back down, not wishing to start something. "Whatever, " I snapped, stepping to the side, and mounting the stairs, fuming. As I left I heard my brother Quinn conversing with the cat-man. "Whoa, what's got Sere's panties all in a bunch this morning, " He chuckled, and that was the last I heard of the conversation as I slammed the bathroom door.

I showered and dressed for the day, in a dark brown tank top and black shorts. I left my choppy bangs over my fore-head, and nearly in my eyes, and brushed out the rest of my slightly wavy hair. In a considerably better mood, I headed downstairs, and was greeted by a exceptionally tall female with a shotgun aimed at my chest. "Well good morning to you too, " I growled, setting my hands on my head, and inching my way into the kitchen, the shotgun staying trained on me. "What's goin' on here?" I asked, coming to a halt, as another lady came into the room. Both of them smelled of cat, but not as the boy from earlier did, these two smelled like Lions. They were both muscled, as if they worked out a lot, and had green eyes, though one's eyes was dark green, while the latter's were vivid. They were dressed plainly, in all black, and had long hair, pulled into ponytails. "Shut your mouth, " The second one snapped, taking two long strides forward, and her hand coming into contact with my cheek. I gasped with the sting of the sudden pain, and hardened my eyes, and face. I was pissed off, and I knew it would show through my eyes. They would be yellow now, with his heightened emotion. Yellow with anger.

I huffed in a breath of air, I could not smell any of my family. Perhaps they were all gone, and these two caught me by myself? I hoped so, I could not bare to think of the others getting hurt, even if I acted like I hated them.