Chapter four

The creaking sound of my bedroom door opening woke me up from my light sleep. Pretending I was still sleeping by keeping my breathing even, I listen to the soft padding of two sets of footsteps getting closer to my bed.

Feeling the end of my bed dip down a bit I slowly moved my left hand under my pillow to grab my .45 ACP pistol I kept there for safety reasons.

"Skye are you up?" A soft girlish voice whispered out to me.

Relaxing I pulled my hand off the gun. Propping myself up I looking behind me to be greeted by my favorite twins sitting there innocently.

"Scarlet, Vincent what are you two doing in here?" I looked at my alarm clock. 10:36 p.m. "It's late." I turned on the lamp next the bed to see them better, which I wasn't a smart idea since I still couldn't seeing them being blinded by the sudden light. A few words slipped out of my mouth.

Regaining my sight I looked back to twins who finally were able to get on my bed, now they were sitting there looking at all innocently while laughing at my choice of words.

These two kids I found a year ago on the street when they were five years old. Doing some snooping around a fruit vender told me why the five year olds were on the street. Apparently they were abandoned by their mother; I was never able to find her. I came upon them when I was leaving a museum 'relieving' them from items that shouldn't be in normal human hands. So I decided to take them in, and since then they stuck to me like glue.

"We were scared when you didn't come home last night." Heavy guilt hit me seeing their sad eyes. 'I came home hours ago and I didn't even go see them…' "I'm sorry…" I reached over and pulled them into a tight hug, "I ran into some trouble, I didn't want to worry you two."

Letting them go I got a good look at them, I still think that they were a very unusual pair of twins. Scarlet was a slim girl like her brother, but she was a flexible little girl she had a cute face with sharp looking eyes that were very interesting color the same as her brother. They were a dark molten gold very unusual, especially for a human. 'I shouldn't talk since I had one silver colored eye.' I noticed how her usually straight black hair that had a red sheen to it was a slight mess, some strands sticking out here and there.

Noticing that she had tears in her eyes I began to panic.

"Hey-Hey don't cry I'm sorry." I grabbed Scarlet softly and began to rock her back and forth while rubbing small circles on her back. One of my weaknesses was seeing people I actually care about cry.

Looking over at Vincent who was silent the whole time noticed he was sad as well, but tried to hide it. He was the quiet one unlike his sister he staid to himself, but usually he was talkative around me. Vincent shared the long black hair minus the red tint, but most the time he had it in a high pony tail with his bangs falling in his face, 'He looks like a mini Warren.' But right now his hair was loose, and was partially in his face.

Reaching over I ruffled his hair getting a small grin from him, "You two look tired." I wasn't that surprised when the two yawned, it was ten and they were six it doesn't mix. They just nodded their tired heads.

"You want to crash with me?" The two immediately tackled me crying out a, "Yeah!"

"Okay – alright you two," I smiled. Reaching over I turned off the lamp then lied down between them. "Night."

"Good night." I watched them as their breathing became even. It amazed me how these two brought out the soft side in me that I kept hidden and locked up for twelve years.

Unwanted memories began to emerge from the back of my mind where I had pushed them. Shaking my head violently to get rid of them, I brought up memories of how I met the twins. Relaxing I got comfortable finally letting sleep claim me.

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Warren looked at his watch reading that it was 11:21 a.m. His office had his whole pack, and the few humans that worked for him. Silence swept the room as he leaned back in his chair looking at all the occupants in his room.

Elisha one of the few humans that worked for him who was in charge of keeping certain 'things' secret, and dealing with normal humans. She was sitting next to Fiore on the leather couch; both had worried expressions on their face.

"Shouldn't we wait for Skye before we decide?" Elisha asked breaking the silence.

"Yeah – you know how she gets when you decide things for her, she'll fight you the whole way." Fiore fallowed up, wincing when Warren shot him a look making him look down.

"She is just a human, we could just force her." Another werewolf shot out from the corner of the room, one who did not like the ebony haired girl. His sudden outburst got some agreements from four other wolves scattered around the room beside Fiore and Warren. Fiore was growling slightly sending dark glares at the idiotic wolf, making the other wolf shake under his hot glares.

"Silence Michael." Warren growled making Michael shake even more.

"Skye may be human but she is pack and more wolf then some of you." Growls erupted from the last part, but they were quickly turned into whimpers when he gave them a smoldering glare.

"Her opinion matters to me."

"But this mission is suicide!" Elisha yelled out standing now facing Warren meeting him in a challenging stare. "Skye is good, real good but what you just told us…she's not that good! Sending her where there will be over a hundred vampires is suicide on her part!" She cried out.

The room grew silent again, "She will not go alone of course – Skye is not a normal human and you know that. What human can blend into shadows like a vampire? What human can go up against a dozen fully developed vampires, kill six and get out with just few small scratches?" That got a few murmurs from all the occupants in the room, "And what human can go up against a fully transformed werewolf and most likely win?"

"Skye…" Elisha whispered taking a seat in defeat.

"Exactly."

"But you know Skye will say no to this." Fiore spoke up.

"Oh?" Warren leaned forward arching an eyebrow in question, "and why is that?"

Feeling slightly nervous under his intense gaze of his alpha Fiore straighten himself up, "Because of her pups she promised that she would take a month off to be with them, and you know that she wouldn't brake that – she hates seeing them hurt." He paused, "Those kids mean everything to her."

Warren cursed under his breath he had forgot how devoted she became to those kids. They could bring out the tenderness in Skye that she kept hidden to the world except for few. This was a problem.

"Maybe we could hold the brats hostage?" Michael spoke out again.

"What did you just say? You flea bitten mutt?! That's just evil!" Elisha screamed furious at Michaels comment.

"What did you call me human?!"

"What a werewolf that can't hear? That describes a lot for half the shit you've been saying. I guess that describes your low statues as well."

"I'll kill you." Eyes were now slits as his nails turned into dangerous claws. Elisha didn't back down.

A vicious growl swept the room stilling every occupant, Warrens aura filled the room making the weaker wolves drop to their knees. "I will have enough of this! You!" Glaring threateningly at Michael, "Get out before I kill you for your stupidity! Nothing you have said has been useful just idiotic."

"Bu-"

"NOW!"

Bowing his head in defeat and in submission to his alpha he left. "Why do we need Skye to do this? We have plenty of others that would do it." Fiore asked.

"Yes, but Skye is the best. If we had a werewolf go they wouldn't get even remotely close to that place without getting noticed."

"Awe…is the dear Alpha of this group of mutts having problems?" A sudden voice purred out.

A low dangerous growl slipped past Warren's lips at the new comer.

"Missed me." Coming through the office doors was Saber. She was a slender and well built werewolf, she was about 5'7 with a dark cocoa complexion that made her icy blue eyes stand out along with her unique hair style. Her snow white hair was mid chest length choppy in cut and her long bangs were tucked neatly behind her ear slightly covering her right eye. She was something you would call sexy or exotic, both even, but she was very - very cruel to those she did not like.

"This is a matter of 'my' pack Saber. So leave." He growled out, he watched as she ignored him and walked or more liked swayed over to his desk. Those torn black jeans hung nicely on her so did the gold t-shirt she was wearing it clung to her leaving nothing to the imagination. Only enhancing her assets to the onlookers.

"If the pup is involved then so am I." She growled out standing in front of his desk, she glared at him challenging him.

The scent of fear filled the room as the two stared each other down. But lust seemed to be the strongest scent emitting from the unmated males as they stared at Saber like a piece of meat. Not wanting anything to happen Warren ordered everyone to leave except Fiore and Elisha. Looking up at Saber he was barely holding down his restraint at Saber's challenge and rebellious nature towards him.

Saber was not a member of his pack she was a lone wolf, but she was a dominant she equaled his own so she was a threat to him, and she knew it. Female lone wolfs are very rare most females were mated as soon as they are of age, and others are watched after till they have selected one.

But Saber was something to be feared, she had beaten five alphas and taken down a handful of vampires, not many can say that, not even him. Sure he had killed many vampires in his past, but never more than two alphas that went mad.

Two years ago she had run into some trouble with a group of vampires who ganged up on her, she could have taken care of them easily, but she had just gotten out of a fight with a few rogue wolves. It was luck that Skye who was six-teen at the time happened to be coming back from one of her 'jobs' when she spotted the same group of vampires and decided to fallow them out of curiosity.

What Skye had told him when she first arrived with a wounded and unconscious Saber on her back. She had found her on one knee in her wolf form with five dead vampires around her. Multiple wounds were all over her body, Skye even told him that she had no idea why she charged in without thinking, knowing that she wasn't a member of his pack, but had charged in with daggers drawn. She took out the last remaining vampire then took Saber home with her, and since then Saber has never left her side. Sadly.

'I could use this.'

"Well Saber what do you suppose I should do to get Skye to comply?"

"First don't decide for her." She rolled her those chilling blue eyes of hers, "The pup doesn't take orders well you should know that."

"Well I would have discussed this with her, but she's still asleep and she would kill even me if I woke her up." He hid his grin knowing she would go wake Skye.

"I'll go get the pup." Turning around sharply she exited the office.

"Warren do you think it was wise to have that rogue here?" Fiore growled, still glaring at the door Saber just walked out of.

"This might be cruel but Saber might be able to sway Skye into going." Warren answered leaning back in his chair, "Or make things worse – it's a fifty-fifty thing."

Fiore's growls only got louder, when Saber first arrived here he had challenged her feeling threatened at her presence, she accepted even in her wounded state. The fight was not long; Saber had beaten him… easily that it was embarrassing. It didn't help that Fiore was the packs Delta second in command of Warrens pack. He still has never forgiven her.

"But Skye…" Holding his hand up silencing Fiore, "You are worried for Skye, we all are but she is the only one who can pull this investigation off."

They began to carry out light conversation with each other about the matter at hand. Elisha who was silent the whole time just sat there worried about Skye, and how this mission might affect her body and mind.