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- underager drinking
- underage smoking
- slight substance abuse

Warren stood back, and wracked his brains for anything he could think of about New Moons and Werewolves. Everything he knew was from movies and lore, but there was nothing ever about New Moons, they only mentioned Full ones. He couldn't help the shiver that went through him, at how fascinating this woman was... his woman. The thought... slightly shocked him. His mother had taught him that possession shouldn't be a feeling anybody should feel in a relationship; it was something toxic. But, something deep within him was stirring and yearning for Hazel and there was no denying it.

As everyone shuffled around getting everything else, Warren stood in the archway of the kitchen watching Hazel tell Quinn and Layla where to get the rest of the things to bring outside. She turned to him feeling his intense gaze and gave him a smile that made his toes curl and his insides turn to mush.

She grinned, "What's up, lover boy? Something on your mind?"

He couldn't help the warm feeling spreading through him, nor the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. How can a young woman, he barely knew, could make him forget all the anger he had carried since he was a child. So, he walked towards Hazel, grabbed her small hands in his so he could tug her after her brother and his best friend towards the backyard.

The morning was going surprisingly good, they well all having fun Hazel found comfort in the scene in her half-finished backyard. They were all sprawled out on multiple blankets, under the shade of what used to be a zappling of a lemon tree until Layla giddily made it grow with the wave of her hand. Quinn began fangirling and asked her to do something else, and she quickly went to work on the Virginia Creeper that had just started to cling to the sides of the house. It didn't take Quinn and Layla much time to begin playing landscaper. Hazel had to laugh as herself and Warren began to set up under the blooming lemon tree. It's fragrant white flowers were crisp and refreshing. It didn't take anytime for them to all settle down under the tree after Layla and Quinn brought the rest of the fruit and refreshments Hazel had orbed out to the porch.

Quinn was having fun answering all of Layla's inquiry, sometimes he would look at his sister. It was so weird seeing her interact with the opposite sex and look completely smitten and at ease as she leaned against Warren who had his back on the trunk of the tree. He could definitely see this helping her sister cope, but just how long did they have in the calm of the storm before it hit them full force? He was even questioning how would his grandfather react to Hazel's Imprinting, would he drop the arrange marriage? Or, would he ignore it, and give reason to Hazel as to his motives behind the whole idea behind the arrange marriage.

Hazel was getting up to make lunch when their pretty good morning had to come to an end.

Hazel's phone was the first to go off from the middle of the blankets. Then, it was Warren's phone ringing next to hers. The male pyrokinetic gave a quick glance before casually saying, "Well, shit."

Next to him, Layla went a little pale when she saw her dad's picture pop up on her screen. Their parents had been informed that they were playing hookie.

"Should I answer?" She asked nervously, automatically breaking into sweat.

Hazel chewed her lips as she considered answering her own dad's phone call. Quinn stood up to look over her shoulder and said, "Yikes. I think you should let it ring."

"I don't think that's an option." Hazel shot back, as she swallowed and pressed the answer button, taking a breath before pressing the phone against her ear. "Hey Dad, what's up?"

Chris Halliwell didn't waste any time and asked, "Hazel Kalyna Halliwell, are you skipping?"

"I stayed home today, didn't feel like socializing." The young Witch said the lie smoothly, her face slightly cringing as she lied to her dad. "I'm sorry, I should've called."

"Don't lie to me, I talked with your mom; I know Quinn's in town."

Hazel looked at her brother and mouthed, 'I'm screwed'.

Warren hopped up quickly, knowing just like Hazel that if he ignored the call it would only be more annoying. So, he stepped up and walked towards the porch, as he leaned against the railing and without a second thought swiped the screen to answer, "Hey, Mom."

"Warren Alvaro Peace, what the fuck?"

Warren had to visibly cringe at the volume at his mother's voice on the other line, "I'm hiding from Sue, Mom. Calm down."

"Do not tell me to calm down, Warren Peace, and don't you lie to me." His mother scolded him.

"Mom, everything is fine. I just needed to breathe."

"Ay, mi'jo, break up with that girl. She's nice, and all, but she's scary. Plus, you shouldn't be hiding from your girlfriend."

Warren chuckled, and joked, "You're scary." He was trying not to think about Sue, until much, much later.

"Careful, child, you're still in trouble for skipping. Education is more important than anything. Weed isn't going to get you anywhere no matter how much anger you have in you."

It took a lot out of Warren not to throw his phone against the nearest wall. Girls weren't going to be their downfall, it was always weed or his anger. If she only knew that all that pot he was smoking was the only thing that helped him not to burn everything to the ground, just like he had half-joked a while before in the kitchen.

"Are you listening to me?"

Warren snapped back when he noticed Hazel passing by him and into the house, her mouth moving fast that he couldn't catch everything she was saying into her phone. "I'm going to catch something to eat, I'll be home later."

"You're groun-" Beep. Great. And, with that he followed the exasperated teen into her kitchen, and heard her as he neared the kitchen.

"Dad, Mom doesn't have to babysit me. I rather have her convince Gran to-" Hazel's eyes widened when Warren walked into the empty kitchen. "Can I call you later?"

The pyrokinetic wasn't stupid, he didn't need super hearing to know how her pulse quickened as soon as she spotted him and deliberately stop talking. He tried to brush it off, but nevertheless made a mental note about it.

Apparently, her dad wasn't going to hang up any time soon because Hazel's face became a bit pained. After a few minutes, she finally said, "Got cha, Pops." And, she hung up. "I was really looking forward to having this place to myself, but my dad wants my mom to keep an eye on me." The young Warg couldn't suppress the cliche eye roll. "Everything good on your end?" She addressed Warren finally, before turning towards the fridge and digging out two beers from the back making Warren raise his eyebrows at her.

"You okay?" He wasn't sure on how to read her, he never had a girl offer him a beer before so early in the morning, or ever, really. Looks aside, Warren tended to avoid high school parties, he wasn't one for 'getting hammered'. He was always the 'sober friend', alongside always getting stoned in social gatherings.

"I asked you first." Hazel grinned at Warren as he accepted the bottle of beer.

"Guys?" Layla called from the archway, her face a shade paler. "My dad called, and I'm sort of grounded. He wants me back home." The note of disappointment in her voice was obvious, she really wanted to keep asking Hazel and Quinn about their nature. It wasn't everyday that your new friend turned out to be part of one of the most powerful witches in history, and a 'werewolf'... or being part of a long line of demigods? The more time Layla spend with her new friend, the more she felt she was being drawn to magic.

Hazel read her easily, the spark of curiosity couldn't be missed from the mutants large brown eyes. Throwing her a reassuring smile, Hazel said, "I'll stop by later, and explain it's my fault we all skipped. You know the good old 'I'm new to all of this, and Layla was just trying to be a good friend', it shouldn't be a hitch, right?"

"You kids," Came Quinn's voice as he went into the kitchen, popping behind Layla and waving his hands casually in the air. "I'll talk with your parents, and your principal. I'll just say that I wanted to instruct my sister's new friends more of our… beastly nature." Feeling quite proud of himself for his 'subtleness', he continued. "This, of course, is better to do it in a comfortable space, where all parties feel comfortable, because we all know that the supernatural is a rather touchy subject in the Hero World."

Layla and Warren looked at each other awkwardly, Layla decided to be the sacrificial sheep to explain one of the downsides of their community, "I don't think some of our parents will understand that part…" The redhead kept wringing her hands as everybody waited for the rest of the explanation. "I'm just going to say it, and don't take it the wrong way, but, in the Hero Community there's a lot of skepticism for Magic and it gets pretty ugly. There's a lot of looking down on Magic, and everything that entails it…?" She felt so awkward that the sentence ended in a more of a question. "Not to mention how many casualties tend to cross that divide, more from your side than ours." The apologetic expression was more than enough for Quinn to understand how black and white certain things were in the Hero World, too.

Quinn just laughed, and looked at Hazel, "So, it goes both ways, huh?"

His baby sister looked at him as if he were stupid as she answered, "Our worlds clash all the time, Q. Of course, all of that stuff sets them off, just like how most of our people look down on the Supers. It's all because one thinks is superior to the other. It reeks of testosterone, if you ask me. I'm still waiting to see if there is a class that prepares them when they encounter something that bumps in the night." Both siblings laugh at the thought. They had only heard rumors of this happening; Supers encountering rogue Vampires, facing off against Demons. The Supers always addressed those encounters as facing against Villains with abnormal superpowers. They liked denying the existence of other beings that belonged to the unknown. "But, hey, it's hard to explain something else other than science when it's the only way they look at things. Who knows, maybe I'm the change they all need."

Quinn looked at his kid sister, really looked at her. He had always looked at her as his baby sister, but right there- in the middle of the kitchen, with her clothes slightly singed- she looked like an Alpha. She looked full grown , not the puppy everyone back home thought of her as. And there was no doubt in his mind just how proud he was at how quickly she adapted, and how much she had grown.

But, of course he wasn't going to say that, so he waved away the conversation, "I still find it ridiculous," he commented before offering his arm to a nervous Layla, "Shall I walk you home, m'lady?" And, for the sake of Quinn being Quinn, he threw in a 100-watt smile.

"She's got a boyfriend, Quinn. Leave the poor girl alone. " Hazel walked over to Warren and curled her pinky around his while rolling her eyes at her older brother. It was a miracle her eyes hadn't gotten stuck with how much she had rolled her eyes since Quinn's arrival, "Plus, she's younger than you by a hundred years. That's beyond illegal, you perv." The last statement caused a stunned silence in her wake.

That made Quinn laugh loudly, and made Layla blush uncontrollably as her eyes stayed as wide as saucers. "You can't keep a secret, can't you?" The older Vargr joked.

Hazel stuck her tongue out at her brother, and winked at Layla, "I'm joking Lay, he's pretty inoffensive."

"Jesus, H. I'm still in shock about the age thing." Layla muttered, her cheeks still slightly red. Hazel couldn't help but smile at her new friend.

"My dad will totally understand I was helping Hazel with a situation. He'll get she's a new mutant, I don't think he'll make a big fuss. And, if he questions why Hazel's older brother is getting me home, you're sleeping because of the potent Vervaine and Chamomile tea I made you." She had said all of that in one breath, sounding more like she was reassuring herself. Still huffing, she hugged Warren, and then, Hazel. "I'll text you guys later." Layla gather her things from the kitchen island, waving her goodbye one more time before heading out the door with Quinn.

And, then, there were two.

Warren looked at Hazel skeptically, "You're not a century old too, are you?"

Hazel had to throw her head back, and bark out a laugh. She didn't know why it made her giggle, but it felt refreshing having a connection with someone who had never met her before or knew everything about her family. The feeling made her feel giddy.

"Would that be a problem, mister?" She coyly teased, tugging at the front of his shirt. "Me being older than you?"

Warren became nervous all of the sudden with the way Hazel was looking at him and grazing her delicate fingers against his lower stomach. Gulping down the sudden wave of hormones he settled down with wrapping his arms around her petite frame, and pulled her into his chest.

"Do you have to go home, too?" Hazel asked, quietly, into his chest; the teasing muffled out of her. The feeling of warmth and calmness were welcomed among all of the took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and the young woman couldn't help the small smile that perked her lips up. Warren smelled like how the rays of the sun felt on your face, and an underlying smell of pine needles. How curious.

Warren smiled down at the blonde in his arms. He untangled one arm to cup her cheek with his free hand. "I'm already grounded, so I don't see the problem of hanging out with the coolest chick in class."

Hazel threw her head back, and laughed as she tugged Warren towards the back door still wrapped in his arms, "We can keep that picnic going, what do you think?"

Warren smiled at her, and followed, an idea popping in his head, "Hey, maybe I can teach you some control techniques."

Hazel looked back at him, her eyebrows raised in question, "'Control techniques'? That sounds kind of kinky."

Warren laughed, "It's not like that, 'you perv'," He pitched his voice higher trying to sound like her, only for Hazel to punch him on the arm, her laugh filling the back hallway to the house's back door. Laughing himself, he reached down and kissed her softly on her plump lips before continuing. "It's something pyros do to help them control their flames, you know, making a little switch that you can set when you get too upset or breathing exercises to help them calm down their adrenaline ."

Right before crossing the threshold Hazel stopped in her tracks, "We can do that?" If that was possible, she didn't have to ever worry about burning buildings on fire as long as the switch was off, but could she learn that fast enough? Hazel always felt like she was about to burn everything to the ground. Plus,Crevan always seemed to be inclined to take over whenever their flames came out to play.

Warren leaned down to plant a kiss on her forhead before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear in one swift movement, like it was something he had done countless times. "It's easier to some than others, but I think you're pretty ahead than most Junior Supers. I might I have to change somethings around, taking the fact of your Magic, and I bet you've already mastered that. Oh, we need to take inconsideration your wolf, too." Tugging her hand, he led her outside, the light of the day blinding him momentarily. Even though he couldn't see anything for a few seconds the reassurance of Hazel's small hand in his made him feel calmer than he had been in years.

"Crevan." Hazel said, looking straight into his eyes. He could see her irises swirling with specs of gold. "Her name is Crevan." The wolf was ecstatic, her chest felt like she was going to burst through it. The anticipation to hear the Wolf's name was making them both shake.

Warren leaned down and graced his lips lightly, and against them he said,"Crevan."

The Wolf almost moaned through her, the way he rolled the name out sending goosebumps all over their skin. Hazel had to peel herself slowly away so that the urge to jump him wouldn't take over, Quinn was bound to come back any second.

Opening his eyes from the kiss up again, he was a bit taken aback by Hazel's backyard; he had been so immersed in learning more about her that Layla's progress had completely missed him. He certainly hadn't noticed the forest that just seemed to be part of the backyard. Layla had done a wonderful job with the lemon tree that shaded the rest of the snacks, and the cooler. There were a lot of bird feeders, a few bird baths, and lots, lots of flowers. It was almost magical with how everything was with nature, something man made was there to bring comfort to any kind of little animals. At the far end of the backyard he noticed a fenced section.

"This is very nice." It was, Warren felt the sunlight hit his skin in comfort. He then gestured to the fenced corner, "What's over there?"

"Just some basic herbs for potions, and stuff." Hazel breathed in the fresh air, "And, my dad likes to spoil me, so he makes everything comfortable." She gently tugged Warren toward nest of blankets and pillows. "So, this whole 'switch', how does it work?"

Warren laughed as he reached for an apple, sitting across next to Hazel, "You really don't be around the bush. When you turn, are you a full wolf or are you half human, half wolf? Or is it the other way around?"

Hazel laid on her stomach, placing a cushion under her to prop her arms on. While, Warren leaned against the trunk of the tree with one knee up to his chest to rest his elbow as he took a clean bite out of the apple. Hazel playfully slapped his thigh next to her and laughed out, "I asked first, smartass."

Warren wiped the apple juice running down his chin, grinning, "It's all about practice, and patience. But, mostly is identifying what triggers you into losing control, for most Pyros it's anger. And, sometimes, when it's anger; it can be really hard to control your flames." Suddenly, Warren Peace got quiet and serious.

The young witch didn't have to be an Empath like some of her cousins, but she could sense this part of the conversation made Warren somber up. "You don't have to answer, we're just starting to get to know each other." Still, she urged with a gentle, "But, did something happen? With your anger?"

Usually, Warren would just become a wall, sharing his traumas wasn't his favorite thing. He had never really opened up to his closests friends. Surprisingly, he wanted to tell Hazel. With her there, talking about the things he never said didn't seem so bad. So, he started, "How much do you know about villains?"

Hazel shrugged, "I don't know them by names, but we're aware of them. We take notes about those who might pose a bigger problem, but honestly, I don't pay much attention."

Warren couldn't help but smile at how nonchalant Hazel answered him, but quickly sombered up when he decided to just get it over with, "My dad is a villain, and my mom's a hero. I got my power's from my dad's side, and for a very long time he tried to mold me to be his successor. He really wanted me to look down at everything, and everyone. Especially those who weren't 'pure'." The word was spat out, and it didn't take much longer for his fist to clench and his brow to frown.

Hazel really tried to stay quiet, but she couldn't help but comment, "He sounds like Voldemort." She wasn't expecting him to laugh, but when Warren let out a snort she felt reassured to reach out for his clenched fist on his thigh. "If it makes you too angry, we can go slow."

It took him a bit to answer her, but the process ended with him bushing and muttering to her, "Can you lean against me like before, I think I can distract myself enough like that." That made Hazel smile, and crawl towards his chest, where her back molded perfectly to and the crook of his neck became one of her favorite places. When she was settled Warren proceeded to talk about the topic he hated the most. "My dad went on a rampage against those who supported non-Supers and Supers having children, and when he found out about the Magical world… Something really snapped, nobody understands what happened, but he really wanted to end Magic. To him, Supers were the ultimate evolution of men, everything else was obsulete, and Magic... was something not right."

It was Hazel's turn to frown, bells were ringing, something that happened a long time ago. Then, something popped in her head, a name; 'Baron Battle'. She couldn't help but feel her blood run cold before saying, "He set a Coven on fire, but they were just Mortal Witches…" She remembered the news, she had been seven but it had burned itself into her brain. Nobody could make sense of the Pyro attacking Mortal Wiccans… The papers never covered that part, but it had spread around the Magical Community like wildfire… no pun intended.

But, Baron Battle made enemies with the wrong beings, and Hazel Halliwell had Imprinted on his son…

This kind of shit could only happen to a Halliwell woman.

"After that, he had kidnapped me for two years… those two years really fucked me up, really fucked my mom up, and it made people think that whatever 'brainwashing' might've happened might show up later and make me just like… him." He had to stop for a minute, it took a little effort telling Hazel this, he NEVER talked about this except for Layla and Will. Either way, it felt a lot more easy talking with the youngest Halliwell. Warren wrapped his arms around her, her silence was making him way too anxious

Hazel had stayed quiet, knowing he needed to get this stuff out. But, she couldn't help but wonder: how often did he let himself talk about this? Trauma stuck for a lifetime, sometimes a couple. She leaned her head against his shoulder as she played with the tips of his fingers, he needed this. "You can keep talking, War. It's okay."

Warren could only squeeze her as he struggle with the words, "I've been trying just to prove everyone wrong, but, I don't even want to. I don't care what any of these Supers think. I just hate being watched and scrutinized my whole life because everyone thinks I'm a ticking time bomb."

The young Witch couldn't help but smile; Warren and her sounded as if they were cut from the same cloth. She had felt so alone most of her life, that the more she listened to Warren the loneliness that she had carried since she was aware of her situation "It's so weird. It's the same for me."

That got a small chuckle from Warren, "I feel like my trauma doesn't reach your ankles, Halliwell."

Hazel gave him an incredulous smile, "Excuse me, Mister Kidnapped, I think you're winning in who's more messed up from the two."

Warren couldn't help the huge grin on his face, that was the first time he was casually talking about his dad, and how he messed him up. Suzy always tried not to make him talk about it, running away from his past was the best choice. But, there with Hazel, it felt like he was signing in relief for the first time ever. "Now, what's up with the Little Bad Wolf?"

Hazel's playful smile, softened to a fond one, "That's what my Grandma used to call me."

Warren laughed, "Oh, really?

The blonde Witch looked down at her hands, and began twiddling her thumbs, pieces of her childhood coming into mind, " I used to be a lot of trouble over the summers when I stayed with my grandparents and the Pack back in Norway."

Warren had to raise an eyebrow, "Pack?"

Hazel nodded, "Like we mentioned before, we're Royal Wargs, well, Quinn is. I'm not Full Mooned."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm only half Warg."

"So, Half-Mooned." Warren joked, but he noticed that one of the corners of Hazel's mouth turned down a bit.

"There's no such thing as Half with Wargs, you either are or you're not. My grandmother tried very hard to make me feel included in the Pack, but a lot of people made sure that I knew I would never be welcomed." The conversation was turning somber a lot quicker than Hazel would've liked. "I'm just this weird Hybrid no one's really willing to accept. To most, I'm the Runt."

Warren saw how her demeanor was changing a bit too quick than he would've thought. So, it was his turn to listen, and he just wanted her to feel comfortable; Warren pressed his lips to her cheek and pressed his temple against hers.

Hazel closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her turn for the trauma spill. "I've never really belonged in my mom's side of the family. My close family have- are trying to make me fully part of the Pack but when my Mormor* died, Farmor* is just trying a lot harder in his own way, I think."

A small silence settled between them, Warren could see that Hazel was starting to be miles away from their little picnic in Washington. So, ever so softly Warren asked. "Mormor? Farmor?"

Now, the smile turned sad, "My maternal grandmother, in Norse it's 'Mormor'. 'Farmor' means grandfather." The smile dropped, as Hazel bit her lip she made her decision; the faster he knew, would it be better? "I have to tell you some-" She stopped talking when her ears picked up the noise of the doorbell. Warren turned in his seat, hearing it, too.

"Are you expecting anybody?" Warren asked, his brow frowned, his gut was telling him something was wrong.

Hazel was mirroring Warren's confused expression, "Quinn barges in, I don't know who that could be."

Both teens began to make their way to the front of the house. Something at the bottom of Hazel's stomach started feeling uneasy. Crevan began to stir for the first time since Warren had said her name. Warren's presence keeping the Wolf calm, but now, both Witch and Wolf had their hackles raised were pacing.

'I don't like this.'

And, just when Hazel was about to see through the peephole a voice spoke through the door, "Come out, Hazel, or I'll huff and I'll puff."

Hazel couldn't help but freeze. How did he find her?

Warren saw her reaction, he reached out a hand towards her shoulder in concern, and, almost making her jump out of her skin.

Hazel was quick to put a finger up to her mouth, signaling him to be quiet.

The petite blonde was visibly razzled, so he did the only thing that came to mind: he was going to handle it. Pushing Hazel out of the way and behind the door, Warren swung it open to find a very good looking guy on the other side.

Warren was tall, but this guy was an inch taller than his 6'2". His dark brown hair fell down to his piercing blue eyes. But, it was his stance that set Warren off, it was as if the dude was trying to show dominance. That was enough reason to keep him on his toes, but there was something else that was setting alarms off. So, in his most casually threatening voice he asked, "Can I help you?"

The unknown guy didn't seem to be taken aback by Warren's presence, but the Pyro could see a little of doubt in his stance after he spoke. "Hey there, I'm looking for Hazel Halliwell."

When the stranger asked for Hazel, his blue eyes trailed to the side, right where Hazel was against the wall, as if he could see her. Warren gave his most nonchalant grin as he leaned against the doorframe trying to make himself bigger than the guy across from him. "Nah man, don't know anybody by that name. Guess you have the wrong address, bummer." And, as soon as Warren began to close the door, the guy had the nerve to stop him by slamming his hand against it.

"Could you tell her that her fiance is looking for her? Her grandfather and I are awfully worried." And, with one more glance at the spot where Hazel was still hiding before walking out of the front porch and into a tinted van, riding off down the street without another word.

As soon as the word 'fiance' left the strangers mouth, something in Warren just turned cold, and for the first time in a very long time jealousy was making him all hot. Which made closing the door more like slamming it next to Hazel who went unfazed by the noise.

"Fiance?" He spat out the word with venom, here he was pouring himself to a girl he barely knew only to find she was going to get married to another guy. This had to be a joke. "Please, tell me he's joking."

Hazel didn't know how to explain things now, too many questions were running through her head. How did they find out where she was? Why was Sirius here? Crevan wouldn't stop pacing, the same questions were being shot back and forth.

"Hazel?" Warren was now cupping her face in between his large hands, making her look more petite and delicate than she was. "Please, tell me he was joking?" But, why did he feel like he was breaking. He had just met her, he didn't like feeling this way. The feeling of possession was almost too overwhelming, he had never felt such levels of jealousy in his life. The thought of another man putting his hands on Hazel almost made him see red.

Her big green eyes were scared, they were as big as saucers, and between his hands she seemed to be shaking. Finally, Hazel made eye contact, holding his hands to her face with her trembling ones. "When my Mormor died, Farmor wanted to honor her by working everything in his power to make me part of the Pack. His latest idea is getting me married to another Pack with the Alpha's son. I don't want to, and he wants to make me." Hazel began to cry, and she was pretty sure that it was ugly crying. "I don't know what to do, or where I belong but I don't want to get married. I'm just a kid."

Warren's eyes softened, and instinctively reached down to kiss her. Her words made him calm down immediately He could still feel her shaking under his lips. Hell, he was shaking himself. When he finally broke away from her, he really meant what he was about to say. "We'll figure something out, okay?"

Hazel clung to Warren like a lifeline as she cried everything she had pent up for the past months. All of the confusion, anger and frustration was straining out through her tears but she knew it wasn't going to be long before she would start feeling like she was suffocating again.

It only lasted a couple of minutes when they were almost knocked down by the front door barging open, followed by a very excited Quinn, "Kids! You better put your clothes on! Or Mom will chew your asses, quite literally!"

Hazel uncurled herself from Warren, her face teary and snotty. But, her eyes locked on the figure behind Quinn almost instantly "Mom?" The word came out shaky, and underneath it all hopeful.

Quinn stepped to the side to let a tall, blonde woman stride into the house. Her vibrant green eyes easily falling onto her youngest child. Her motherly instinct began to take over, and walked towards the hugging couple. She literally shoved Warren away from Hazel, and basically took his place in engulfing her little girl in her arms. Putting her cheek against the top of Hazel's head, the striking woman stared straight at Warren, a calculating smile on lips very similar to Hazel's. "Hi, you must be Warren, this should be interesting."

A/N: I want to thank all of you who have stuck around for so long. One more chapter to edit & I'll be working on new chapters shortly. Again, I can't be more thankful!

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