A/N: Finally a new chapter! Hope you enjoy it! I'll try and post chapter 11 next friday.

R&R


Chapter 10: This isn't good

Stepping into the treeline with Hazel had felt like a dream. Warren Peace would've never believe he would be tracking mythical creatures along the incredibly powerful new girl, who happened to completely rock his world. The second he spotted the large paws and the obvious trampling of vegetation his adrenaline spiked into his bloodstream.

But, Warren was sure that the Universe had him as it's personal joke because everytime he was enjoying himself something had to come and ruin it. He was pretty sure Hazel was some yards away because he sure couldn't hear a thing. The quiet of the forest was getting him frustrated. What was he supposed to do? What was happening?

The Link almost knocked him off his feet, he understood later that the Connection had set off the small explosion in his head. He was disorientated for a bit when his surroundings changed, finding himself in a clearing. Everything had turned black and white with spectrums of gray. Countless little shades of different colors danced around and ended in front of him.

That's when he noticed the snout.

His heart almost broke out of his ribs, little things started coming to his attention; specially the asshole standing next to a naked Astrid, holding a steaming bloody knife. The crumpled form of Astrid was shaking in discomfort, a tendril of red wafted towards the snout. The intense smell of copper made his insides twist. Was that the smell of blood?

"Min kjærlighet, calm down." It was Crevan, her voice husky and sultry. "We made a Mate Link, Mom has been stabbed with a silver knife. We think Sirius was scouting the forest behind the house, and when he smelled Mom and Quinn, he attacked... We're gonna lure him away, and I need you to run back home and start a Desintoxication Tonic, we can run you through it. Quinn will be right behind you with Mom."

"Damn it, Hazel you're not going alone!" Warren exclaimed as he looked at what Hazel was seeing, and maybe he should've kept his voice down. The asshole holding the knife turned his head the moment the words began to come out of his mouth.

Fuck.

Sirius turned back to Crevan, his head cocked in mock curiosity. "Is there someone out there, Little Hazel? You called in back up?" His voice turned cruel and cold as he locked eyes with Crevan's glowing yellow. "Is he the guy who answered the door?"

"You gotta start running, Warren." Crevan and Hazel urged him before cutting the visual part of the Link.

Maybe, they were right. So, he began to run not waiting to find out if the lunatic with the knife was running towards him. Plus, he needed to start making the tonic.

"Warren, you need to run faster. He's running your way. Quinn's taking another route to the house and hopefully call Dad. You have to run as fast as you can, Sirius can catch up real quick. I'm going to try and trip him up to give you more time. Dad will still need help with the tonic, Quinn's limbs don't work right after Turning back."

"Do I still have a chance in making it?" Warren had already started running, but every sound around him made him jumpy. The feeling of becoming prey was a unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and he was hating it.

"Let's hope so, tiger."

"Real reassuring, babe." Now, he began running like he would do on the treadmill when he was too angry to burn anything. He followed the broken branches and the pawprints back to the house. Warren had only been running for a couple of minutes when out of nowhere an abnormally large blond wolf came crashing out from the trees on his left, almost giving him a hard attack when he noticed the figure clutching for dear to the Wolf's fur. It took him a minute but he noticed that Astrid's thigh had smoke coming from the gaping wound on her thigh. "We have to stop!" Warren tried to shout close enough that he could be heard over the stomping of the Wolf.

Astrid was pale, her jaw clenched in excruciating pain. "We can't! The boy broke the tip into my thigh bone! The silver is poisoning my blood, if we don't do the potion I die."

Right before they broke through the treeline behind Hazel's house, the Wolf stopped and lowered himself down. Warren almost tripped on himself at the sudden stop, as he turned around Astrid was reaching a hand out. He wasn't an idiot, he was quick to turn around and as gently as he could scooped Hazel's mom and hurried inside. Behind them, Warren heard Quinn tuning back. His curiosity wanted to take a peek, but if he tripped with Astrid in his arms he wouldn't hear the end of it.

As he reached the back porch, he set Astrid gently on her feet.

"What a way to meet my baby girl's Mate." Astrid chuckled, grimacing when she accidentally put weight on her injured leg, slightly leaning on Warren for support.

With his free hand, Warren opened the door and helped Astrid into the house. With his best dashing smile he turned to the pained woman, "It's definitely my pleasure, Ma'am."

Astrid threw her head back, barking out a laugh just like Hazel would. "I like you already, Little War."

Warren helped her the rest of the way towards the kitchen island where Astrid was laid with a grunt.

Warren stopped a second to catch his breath and have a look at Astrid's thigh. The wound kept smoking, the edges were turning black, just like the smaller veins all around her thigh. The bad part was that more veins were turning black.

He had to call Hazel's dad. Warren was looking around for a phone when Quinn staggered in naked.

"Where's Chris?" Quinn asked when the man who they needed to save his mother wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Warren was holding the kitchen's phone, looking all lost. "We don't know his number." He mumbled, helpless.

Quinn patted his obviously naked body as if it would be attached to him. He rushed over to his mother, who was in and out of consciousness and slapped her gently so she could focus. His hands were pale and shaking, his heart was hammering away only making his anxiety worsen.

When Astrid's flickering focused on her eldest child, her eyelids were struggling to stay open, "Mom. Quinn slapped her some more, "Mom, we need Chris' phone."

If Astrid could have smacked her son upside the head, she would. But, her arms were too heavy to rise. Taking a big breath, she shouted; "CHRIS!"

The sudden shout startled both Warren and Quinn, and in a matter of seconds a cluster of orbs of lights came twinkling from the ceiling. They came together to form Chris Halliwell, who took in the scene quickly from the startled Warren, the naked Quinn, and Astrid's body laying on the kitchen table.

"What the hell happened?" Doing a quick once over of the kitchen, the concern thickened in his voice, "Where the fuck's Hazel?" He didn't wait for an answer as he inspected the mother of his child, he soon found the festering wound. "Fuck." Chris turned quickly to the cabinets that followed his mother's system of cabinet organization. He needed to make that potion quick, he estimated that he had about 20 minutes to make the antidote before Astrid went into shock.

"Why can't you just heal her?!" Quinn's voice went up a couple of octaves, holding his mother's hands as she spasm in pain as the silver kept poisoning her body.

"No Whitelighter can heal a silver wound from a Warg, I have to make the potion." Chris was moving around like a madman, slamming things on the counter across from Astrid's writhing body.

Warren was pacing outside the kitchen trying to talk to Hazel through the Link, why hadn't she come back?


Hazel was seeing red, and it almost felt like she was losing control of Crevan.

Not good, not good.

'I WILL DESTROY THIS BOY!' Crevan screeched in their shared space.

Sharing headspace with a being much older than you, could sometimes mess you up. Not many Wargs could control them, and end up just ordinary direwolves in the wild. Some became crazy and turned into a Berserker... Rage could warp a Warg so bad, they would become something straight out of a nightmare and twice as thirsty.

For those in the Royal Line, the chance of becoming a Berserker were... more than likely to happen. That's why there aren't many Wargs from the Aesir line left...

Hazel felt like she was gripping the edge of the precipice with her fingertips. The rage inside her building up so hot, she was sure it was going to burn her right out of her body. She wasn't sure what was going on anymore, was she even moving?

'Hazel! Can you hear me? Are you ok?!'

Warren?

The rage seemed to lower down considerably, enough for Hazel to wiggle awake from her little corner in her head.

'Baby! I need you to let me see!'

Hazel baited Crevan away from the front of her mind, and tried to calm themselves down. The warmness of the Link was helping them both stop seeing red. The first thing Hazel realized was that they were steaming from their fur. That wasn't good.

Shifting their gaze back to Sirius, the look on the young man's face wasn't a good sign. He looked ecstatic.

"Well, marrying you won't be needed after all. You became more of a mutt if that was even possible." He began cackling as he sheathed the knife back in the holster he seemed to have at the back of his waistband. "Your grandfather would be so disappointed." And, with a final cackle, he ran into the thicket of the forest.

Hazel didn't waste anymore time and began to run back to the house. Her mind was going a million miles per hour. It wasn't good, what would it actually mean for Hazel if the Pack knew about her latest life altering events? Not happy, that's for sure.

It didn't take her long before she reached the edge of the forest behind the house, and there among the trees was a worried Warren, holding a thick blanket for her.

The moment his eyes found her, obvious relief slackened his whole face. He immediately began taking long strides towards her. When he reached her, he dropped the blanket to be able to hug her thick neck and bury his face in her fox orange hair.

"You scared the crap out of me." He mumbled into her hair.

Hazel/Crevan let out a puppylike whine as they placed their head gently onto his broad shoulder.

After a moment of them embracing each other, Hazel began the tiresome process of changing back. Warren grimace at the sound of her bones breaking and healing back. He almost puked when the giant Warg began to tear away at his own flesh to find human flesh.

Hazel was left a steaming heap on the floor. Blood and a sticky residue clung to her naked body, making her skin itch and wanting desperately for a shower. Warren grabbed the blanket he had brought with him and shook it open. He made sure she was wrapped and tucked before scooping her up in his arms, and walked back.

By the time both teenagers had entered the kitchen, Astrid had a purple-black goo on the wound on her thigh. Chris was putting stuff away, and Quinn was sitting beside his mother holding her hand, saying something under his breath with his eyes closed.

Warren put Hazel down on one of the stools next to her mother. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her trying to comfort herself at the sight of her mother unconscious on the kitchen island.

Warren had noticed her tense up, and put a comforting hand on her small shoulder.

"Is she going to be okay?" Hazel hated how her voice sounded in that moment, so small and childlike.

Chris stopped washing the dishes he had dirtied, he slowly placed his hands on the edge of the sink. His head going as fast as his daughter's was going minutes before. How the fuck did they find Hazel? "She's going to be fine, your... friend was very helpful."

Hazel couldn't help but close her eyes in relief for a second before the dread set it. She had caught the tone her father used when he referred to Warren. The young Hybrid hadn't thought about telling her father anytime soon about Warren. The whole Mating thing was an uncomfortable topic for her father. Shit.

Warren's hand tensed on her shoulder slightly. He wasn't really good at meeting fathers, and he had a good ear for when he wasn't liked.

"What happened?" Hazel had never been more thankful for her older brother. Quinn had stopped praying and was now looking across the table to his kid sister, his hands still clutching onto their mother's limp one. His eyes were red and puffy, letting her know that he had cried a bit.

Her throat closed up, how was she supposed to tell them all that she had almost lost full control? That she could barely remember anything?

For the first time since shifting back, Crevan stepped forward in her mind and let her into what the Wolf could remember in between the rage and the threat of going Bezerk.

Clearing her throat, Hazel began, "It had been a trap. Sirius had come by earlier before Mom and Quinn got here. Warren opened the door for me, but he still smelled me from behind the door..." Still clutching the blanket to her with one hand, she sneaked her other hand out to place it on top of Warren's. "I think he waited until he had an opportunity... I still don't know how he found me, but... I almost burst out in flames in my Warg form and that gives out a smell... He smelled it, and I think he's going back to tell everybody that I've mutated..."

Quinn froze, and the urge to puke almost made him gag. That wasn't good. "He saw... you?"

Hazel nodded solemnly, "He specifically said he was going to tell the Council."

Everybody saw Quinn go even paler.

Chris had turned when he heard the fear in his step-son's voice. "Is that another thing to worry about?" He asked carefully. One thing was trying to lead his daughter through, what he like to call, her second puberty. He could deal with that a hundred times over than to deal with Wargs.

"There's a story...about morfar*and what happened when one of the kids from one of the Beta's that never Turned." Quinn couldn't look at his sister at her face, he couldn't tell her the whole truth. "So, everyone thought they would just stay Mortal because it happens, sometimes you're not born with a Warg.. But, this kid one night had a bad dream and screamed half of his house away with his siblings... He had mutated and developed some kind of supersonic scream... They executed him the next morning, they were only 14. The Alpha would not have a mutant threat among his Pack..."

The story chilled the kitchen silent. Hazel's heart was beating like a hummingbird trapped in her chest. Execution? A laugh bubbled up her throat, holding it in only made it worse. She buried her face in the blanket to stifle her laughter as she doubled over. "You mean our grandfather won't allow a Meta-Human in the Pack."

The men in the kitchen looked at eachother worriedly. When Warren and Chris locked eyes, the older of the two almost chilled the young man on his spot. Hazel's dad could literally murder Warren with just his glare. He had avoided Suzy's dad for as long as he could in their year long relationship. Warren hadn't expected to meet Hazel's parents way later, until he understood more.

Chris couldn't mask his anger, "You're meaning to say we don't have to worry about the Old Man killing Hazel for an accident? None of us saw this whole mess would happen!" He didn't mean to end up yelling, watching Hazel flinch at the volume of his voice made him feel guilty. Breathing in, he tried to calm himself down, "We need to figure out something."

Warren rubbed Hazel's shoulder, he wasn't going to lie, Chris' sudden shouting made him uneasy too. Trying to dissipate the tension, he suggested to her, "Maybe you should go and take a shower, Haze. It'll make you feel better."

Hazel sighed, and gave him a quiet "ok" and slid down the stool to head up to her room, and get the events of the day off from her.

And then, there were three. Warren stood awkwardly as he felt Hazel's dad's glare intensely on him.

"You're in Hazel's class, right?" Chris moved around the island and sat down next to Quinn crossing his arms as he stared Warren down.

"That's right, sir." Warren gulped a little, before also sitting down on Hazel's stool. The faster the interrogation started, the sooner it ended.

"Did she really Mated with you?" Chris didn't mean for the question to sound so hard. The kid across from him looked like trouble, and Hazel already had a lot of that in her life right now.

Warren squirmed in his seat. "That's my understanding, sir."

"Do you even know who she is? What it means to be Hazel Halliwell and what that entails?"

Warren hadn't expected for the questions to get so intense so quickly. He thought he was going to be asked about his background first. Thankfully, before could even think about an answer, Astrid began to stir. All the attention went turned to Hazel's mother, who pushed the thick blanket Quinn had placed on her off from her shoulders with an annoyed groan.

"I feel like I almost died." Astrid croaked.

Quinn quickly stood up to get his mother a glass of water. Chris rushed to help Astrid sit up and not hurt her stitches.

The striking woman with the dark auburn hair groaned as she righted herself. "What happened? I don't remember much before getting into the house." She accepted the glass of water her eldest child offered gently towards her. She gulped the cool liquid greedily, quenching the terrible thirst that seemed to cling to her throat. "Is Hazel okay? Where is she?"

The three males in the kitchen looked at each other for the second time that early afternoon.

"She's upstairs taking a shower," Chris answered his significant other gently, "Quinn and you should do the same. Come on, I'll help you up the stairs."

Astrid wasn't in her full senses, but she could the father of her youngest and her son were hiding something from her. But, her body ached and the aftermath of the silver poisoning was taking her toll on her as her whole body broke in cold sweat. Chris swooped her up in his arms and pulled her to his wide chest as gently as he could without disturbing the wound.

As Astrid circled her arms around Chris' neck, the tall man turned to the quiet young man across the island, "You should go home, kid. I got it from here."

Warren stood in his spot, still not saying a word. Quinn let himself drop of the stool he had left vacant, the events of the day catching up to him like a speeding truck. His pale hands caught his head and he preceded to bury his face in them. This was all a disaster. How much time did they have before the Pack came looking for Hazel?

"What's going to happen now?" Warren's voice was barely audible. It had been a while since he had felt so helpless in any kind of situation.

Quinn let out a heavy sigh before lifting his head from his hands to look at Warren, who was sitting down where Hazel had been. "I have no idea right now. It's only a matter of time until Sirius tells his Pack and they tell our Grandfather. When and how would they attack, is something we need to figure out. We can only prepare for when they come."

"She has to hide until we can be sure we can win. She can't stay here anymore." Warren was quick to start planning. He had to do something, so he would use what Sky High had taught him to prepare for.

"She's not going to run, Warren. She hates running." Quinn sounded exhausted, dark circles under his eyes were starting to show. "Plus, she can't control the mutation. We can't just leave with a someone who is an unstable factor. Everything could go sideways at any moment."

"Then, why doesn't she stay up in Sky High." Warren hadn't even realized what he had said the first idea that popped in his head. It made him doubt him a bit with the way Quinn was looking at him.

Quinn's gears were turning at the suggestion. Did the Packs know about Sky High? The Super Hero making school changed locations daily and it was up somewhere where no Warg could go. "That is not such a bad idea, Peace. I wouldn't have thought about it as a possibility at all."

"We can talk with Principal Powers, I think she would say yes. We can arrange everything today, there's still a couple of hours before school ends."

Quinn was nodding by thing point, the kid had a point. This could actually work. "How's the security at the school?"

"I'm not pretty sure how it works when we leave, but there's always security on campus in case of a Villain attack, and since Homecoming they've tripled it."

Quinn frowned, "What happened in Homecoming?"

Warren winced and shifted uncomfortably in his stool. He was about to answer when Hazel entered the kitchen, wrapping a towel around her soaking hair.

"There was a Villain attack."

Quinn's jaw went slack before he turned annoyed at Warren, "I thought you were suggesting the place because those things didn't happen!"

"Hey! In our defense, it happened from the inside. Now, the school is always on it's toes for something similar. This last year, everyone had to go through extensive background checks." Warren explained, he had been trying to ignore the rising panic in his chest.

If Hazel had to leave and be on the run, did he have to stay behind? Could he go with her? What about his mom if he left? He had to calm down, he was getting ahead of himself and exaggerating a bit. The way the thought of being separated from Hazel made his skin crawl in the most horrible way, but he couldn't let himself be so vulnerable; it wasn't the right time.

"Villains aren't our concern right now, I think talking with Powers is probably our best idea right now." Hazel walked over to Warren, and kissed him on the cheek. The waves of emotion coming from him was almost overwhelming. She was so tired that she could burst out crying, but again, it wasn't the time.

"Okay, you guys should talk to your Principal as soon as possible. Take your dad, since he's already been there before. I'll get your boyfriend a shirt before Chris murders him. It's like he's insulted or something." Quinn proceeded to stand up and and head towards the stairs, leaving the two teenagers finally alone.

Hazel turned to Warren and immediately threw her arms around Warren's neck and pulled herself closer to him. Warren was quick to wrap his arms around her, molding her to the front of his body. Hazel relaxed into his warmth and his body, letting herself stop worrying for a couple of seconds before building her strength back because she couldn't falter. Plus, Warren was so new to everything that she couldn't let him see her panicking and not having her head screwed on straight.

'You don't have to worry. We'll take care of eachother.'

The voice in her head startled her, because it wasn't Crevan, but Warren. She noticed that the Mate Link was almost a second nature in her mind, in herself. The warmth it radiated was something so different from the Pack Mind, something so much more intimate. Sure, through everything she had gone through there was always family but having Warren be her Mate... felt completely different. It wasn't something bigger than her family, it wasn't competing for which felt better it was something completely different but just as much important.

To lighten the mood for a bit, Hazel stepped back a bit but still in Warren's embrace she said, "I guess, meeting your mom any time soon isn't going to be anytime soon, right? I think we've had our fill of meeting parents on my side."

Warren chuckled and peck her lips, "We should go on a couple of dates to compensate the rapid turn of events to this... strangely nice...situation?"

Hazel giggle, interlocking her fingers on the back of Warren's neck, "Are you defining us as a situationship, Mr. Peace?"

Holding her waist between his hands, he gave her a cheeky smile, "I think we need a new label for what we are, don't you think Ms. Halliwell?"

The two teens chuckled and giggled in the kitchen, not noticing Quinn coming back with an expression of pure disgust.

"Can you let go of my sister? And, can my sister let go of...of.. the shirtless dude in the kitchen?" Quinn proceeded to throw the black t-shirt to Warren's head, who caught it in mid-air with a laugh that chimed in with Hazel's. "I told Chris about the not so crazy idea for Haze to hide in Sky High for the time being. Mom's in and out of it, but the best thing we can do is go back home and see what the damage is. It'll take Sirius a hot minute to finally reach his Pack or ours, so we can use that to our advantage and think of a good excuse as to why a Warg was steaming in the middle of a forest in Washington. I need a drink." He rambled on, raking a hand through his blonde hair, before heading to the fridge and rummaging for a beer. "Maybe I need something stronger." Either way, he cracked open the bottle with his molars and took a swing.

The sound of Chris' heavy boots, pounding down the stairs drowned the casual banter between Warren, Hazel and Quinn.

"I have to go back to work, I'll call the school to get a meeting with Principal Powers. Hopefully we can get one tomorrow." He told lightly to his daughter, then he moved his intense gaze towards Warren, "I thought I told you to go home, kid."

Warren shifted in his spot, and Hazel frowned at her dad. "That's sort of rude, I know you guys haven't met officially but you don't have to talk to him like something is his fault."

When Chris turned to his daughter, he glared at her too. "Were you skipping because of him?"

Hazel glared right back, taking Warren aback. "I didn't skip because of him, dad. I skipped because Quinn's in town-"

"I'll have to admit to this one, Chris." Quinn sheepishly raised his beer attracting the attention of the furious father. "I took it upon myself to educate Hazel's friends as to what comes with the territory. Especially Warren since he's her Mate now." If Chris could have melted a hole in Quinn's head, his brains would be already staining the floor the second the word 'Mate' came out of his mouth.

"This is more dangerous than you think, kid." Chris was now boring his gaze into Warren's who didn't flinch away from it, "This is beyond what you think you know. It be a shame if you get hurt by a girl you just met."

Hazel's eyes widened with the way her father spoke to Warren, who just stared back at the fuming man in cool seriousness.

"I'm sorry if you don't understand why I'm so mad to come home to find your mother poisoned, a shirtless boy in my kitchen and my daughter in a bigger mess than she can handle. I don't feel comfortable that the Mating thing happened so soon for you, you're just a kid with too much in your plate to at a boy to the mix." Chris felt like his head was about to explode, "I have to get back to work. Don't do anything without telling me, and hang tight. Put up the wards and the be on the lookout. And, you," He turned again to Warren, "Go. Home." And, with that he orbed away.

"Your dad really doesn't like me, huh?" Warren cut the tense silence away from the kitchen and chuckled. "Dad's aren't really a fan when it comes to me."

Hazel stared at the spot where her father had been but a moment ago, and breathed out a heavy sigh. Warren placed his hands on her shoulders gently and reassuringly.

"It's okay, babe. He'll come around, I should maybe give you some space with your family. We can see eachother at school. I can pick you up and drop you off, that way I can make sure your safe out of your house." Warren suggested, trying to cheer up Hazel up. She had gone through so much and the school day hadn't ended yet.

Hazel slowly turned to him, something that had been ignoring for a while. "Are you going to talk with Suzy?"

It surprised Warren how the question didn't bother him at all and was quick to answer Hazel, "Of course, I don't think it'll be fair to her... The relationship wasn't going to go anywhere. We never saw eye to eye, she obviously has other goals." Warren tucked a damp curl behind Hazel's ear and smile softly down at her. "There's someone who I can't keep away from."

"Wait!" Quinn interrupted Warren and Hazel suddenly, making them jump in surprise. "Warren already had a girlfriend?" Hazel's older brother gaped before laughing merrily.

The two teenagers looked at eachother, slightly weirded out by Quinn.

Warren slowly led Hazel to the front door, leaving a giggling Quinn alone in the kitchen. Hazel began to pout when she caught on that Warren was going to leave. He only let go of Hazel to grab his leather jacket from the coat hanger next to the door. Hazel was quick to wrap her arms around his middle as Warren slipped his jacket on making him laugh as she squeezed him.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for school. I'll tell Layla, so Will most probably tag along too, he lives right next to Lay."

"Can we stop for coffee?" Hazel couldn't help the excitement that seeped into her voice.

Warren smiled brightly down at her before planting a kiss on her forehead and answering her, "Anything for you, Princess."

Hazel scrunched up her nose at his pet name making Warren laugh again.

The blooming couple stepped out to the porch and said their goodbyes. Hazel stayed on the porch as she watched Warren walk down the street to the bus stop and disappearing around the corner. Hazel let out the heaviest sigh she had probably ever let out in her life.

The day was far for over, and she had a handful of things to do before laying down for a nap. Maybe she should call Layla, the redhead will blow a fuse when she finds out what she had missed the minute she had stepped out of the Halliwell household.


Warren had parked his motorcycle further down than the bus stop. He had only ridden on the Sky High bus once, and that had been the last time. But, Layla had let him known the morning plans and next thing he knew he was parking his bike right on time to wait for the girls at the bus station.

The morning had started out being so promising, and now, he had to go and end things with Suzy. He didn't want to be hiding how he felt for Hazel, he didn't want to act like he still felt something for the cryokinetic. His body went into autopilot as it guided the motorcycle 20 minutes away towards West End, where Suzy lived with her parents in one of the priciest locations for the elite to live; Westlight Condominiums.

He hated the neighborhood, he never felt like he belonged with his long hair, tattoos and motorcycle. A lot of other Supers lived there too, Supers who knew who his father was. Another reminder that in the Super hierarchy, he was at the bottom expected to end up like his old man.

Hazel was a complete different universe, where he didn't have to be worried about what she thinks about his family tree. He didn't have to be afraid of hurting her with his powers, he had so many things to learn about her.

Before he knew it, Warren had arrived at Suzy's. Great.