Christine, Chris, had lost everything. In one day she lost her husband, her brother, and her best friend. Her husband was in jail, for murdering 13 people, and her brother and best friend dead because of him. She still had one living friend, but he couldn't be there for her 24/7. He couldn't spend more than a week in her house. Sadly he was a werewolf, and, therefore, not able to spend a week in a house occupied by children. That brought her to the main problem, the twins. Not just any twins, Black twins.
Pollux and Castor Black were little devils, and that was putting it lightly. They were the only family Chris had left. Sure they were little devils, but with their father who can blame them. She had decided to move to Canada, for their sakes. Everyone would judge them, because of their father never gave them a chance.
Pollux looked exactly like his father did when he was a baby. Pitch-black hair, grey eyes, long dark lashes, and light skin were this boys claim to fame. Pollux had Chris' nose and cheekbones, making him handsome even as a baby. Chris' brother had often said that he'd be quite the heartbreaker someday.
Castor looked exactly like Pollux, down to the toes. Both boys were extremely energetic, and ever since they learned to walk they had been unstoppable. Chris had the feeling that one of the two would eventually need glasses, a trait, from her side of the family. Chris had black hair, though not as black as the twins, chocolate brown eyes, surrounded by glasses, and a thin build. Her nose was small and a bit pointy, but it gave her certain elegance.
Leaving Britain was her only choice. They would return when the twins learned to deal with who, and what, their father was.