Wyatt was sitting across from me at the principal's office. Principal Greer made sure to have another security wolf officer in the room in case we got into another fight that five other teachers had to break up.

And that was the both of us not being too serious with each other.

"Your father said he's coming," Principal Greer told us, the tension of the room thick. Neither of us would look at each other. We wouldn't look at her either. Of course it was Dad. Mom was doing other things with Aunt Julia, so I'm glad we didn't have to see her first.

"Fine by me if you guys don't explain why.....but you guys did it on the school premise. Which is a very serious offense," Principal Greer continued with her speech.

We waited for at least two hours before Dad came in, apologizing to the Principal for our behavior and the two week suspension. This is an unfair reflection on our parents- our actions that made Dad probably embarrassed.

Dad didn't spare either of us a glance when he told us, "Get in the car."

Wyatt took it to sit in the back, behind Dad, and I went to the passenger seat.

Dad didn't even try to make conversation with us. Didn't want us to explain. I didn't think I'd explain. The whole car ride's deafening silence made me nervous.

I peeked at Dad's expression, hard, lips in a straight line. I wish I could read his mind right now. Sorry didn't cut it. I was sorry to Dad. Not Wyatt.

Once we parked in front of home, we just stayed there for a few moments.

"Alright come on you two," Dad rubbed his hand across his forehead, looking very done with us. He got out the car, and I wondered what Dad was doing walking toward the training grounds. We obeyed him, trailing behind.

Other wolves who were training stopped and peered at the two of us. We always were a spectacle. At least, I was. Wyatt always tagged along in being my partner in crime.

Dad walked into the middle where the training mats were.

"Everyone is dismissed," Dad commanded in an even tone. He never had to raise his voice to make the pack listen to him. That level of respect I aspired to have one day. The level of respect a beloved Alpha has. That Dad has.

All the wolves left as quick as they could- which to my disappointment was quick. It was nice having them around because at least I felt like I had my own pack backing me up in a strange way.

"Go on then," Dad motioned to the mats. "Have at it you two. I won't stop you. No one will."

Wyatt and I were dead silent.

"What?" Dad asked, clearly amused now. He doesn't take us seriously. "You lost the sudden urge to fight each other?"

We both kept being silent.

Dad crosses his arms, looking at the both of us still. "No? Okay then you two please then tell me why my two sons thought it to be alright to fight in school where other wolves just want to get an education and my two sons disrupted the learning environment of the school and my two sons make it seem like they can't get along as brothers. I'm sorry. Twin brothers. I think that makes it even worse somehow."

"Why don't you tell Wyatt?" I asked, my anger getting the better of me.

"Tell me?" Wyatt asked, stepping closer to me, clenching his jaw. He was still angry too. "I did nothing! maybe if you studied for once-"

"Yeah stop calling me stupid!"

"I didn't you idiot! You have so much more potential than me and you waste it! On what, West? Because you're too busy making everyone happy around you while you become sadder by the day. You don't think I feel it?"

I stared at the ground burning a hole in it, raising my head to meet Dad's gaze. It wasn't a harsh gaze, I think it even softened a bit.

Dad sighed, sitting down on the mats, and he patted on either side of him, so Wyatt and I sat on beside side. Dad put his arms around the both of us, crushing us to his chest.

"Don't make me wonder where your mom and I went wrong on raising you guys. I know we raised you both well. You guys shouldn't hurt each other. How could you raise your hand on your own brother? You both are flesh and blood, you guys have each other's backs. It's just a fact of life when you have a brother."

He was talking about Uncle Zeke, from experience.

"You fought with Uncle Zeke?" Wyatt asked, smiling a little.

"Your Uncle is stronger than he looks. Meaner too."

I think about my smiling Uncle. "Uncle Zeke mean?" I knew he was strong- stronger than most people due to his own power with a vampire and witch.

Dad answered, "To a certain point yes. He can be."

"You fought him?" I asked.

Dad sighed, "Only one time did we ever get into a physical altercation."

"What happened?" Wyatt asked, very interested.

"Who won?" I joked.

"Your grandfather knocked us both out."

I shuddered. Grandpa Damien does not play any games with anyone.

"Were you going to knock us both out if we actually fought here?" Wyatt grinned at Dad.

"If I had to," Dad quipped. "But no fighting," Dad looked at me when he said this, but in his voice I heard the total acceptance of the fact that I will definitely get into another fight in the future. "No fighting your brother. By hurting each other, you in turn hurt me."

"Don't tell Mom," Wyatt muttered.

Dad cracked one of his smiles he reserves for us, "Oh, my cheeky son, that's not my thing to tell."

I woke with a start.

"You were sleeping," Abby whispered to me.

"Not this again," I grumbled, getting up from the cold hard concrete. The last thing I remember was...getting knocked out by something. I felt something, chains on my hands. Silver chains on my hands and feet. Abby was on the other side of me, chained up too.

"We've been here only for two hours, but you looked like you were dreaming," Abby said to me.

It wasn't a dream, a memory. A very vivid one. Wyatt told me I forget some of my memories when I was younger, and he wouldn't tell me specific ones.

"West," Abby's voice was small.

"Are you alright?" I asked her. "Did they-"

"I'm fine...but look," Abby pointed to something in the corner cell. It was not moving.

Startlingly, whatever it was, jerked its chain, a disfigured and mutilated looking thing, which seemed like it was a vampire, smelling rotten- like rotten eggs, looking like it's been here for a while.

"That looks like the after effects of wolfsbane," Abby cried, the chain effectively stopping it from trying to come to us. The chain seemed as though it was weakened, and looking at some of the bones in near it, I would say it's killed some things in its time here.

Another pull at its chain got it closer to us.

"Abby," my voice was low as Salvatore was surfacing, "close your eyes." Abby squeezed her eyes shut, turning around while doing so.

I only wanted my eyes to shift, but Salvatore's strength and force to come out fully was too strong, like a tidal wave. The silver wouldn't stop Salvatore this time even though it would hurt much more in wolf form than human.

The chain holding the vampire back broke. It was coming straight for me, zombie like.

Think about the the things you love, Dad mentioned to me once about trying to reign Salvatore in. So I thought of him, Mom, Wyatt, Grandpa, Uncle Zeke-

I opened my eyes, willed it to turned the cursed red, and the vampire stilled, in one full second turning fully into stone. In the end of the day, a rabid vampire at the end of the day, is still a vampire. Still prone to my curse, the one to turn supernatural creatures into stone.

My heart was about to come out of my chest. This was the first time I have done it.

The vampire was frozen into place, literally a stone statue. The insurmountable power that my wolf possessed showcased right in front of me. How good it felt to have the power, but how much it could cause destruction.

Absorbing this was too much. I controlled Salvatore for a moment. I truly did. It was utterly exhausting.

There were screams.

Abby turned around, to see the statue and her eyes widened. I saw the horror in them, and she didn't look at me. "You killed it." It wasn't a pretty picture.

I looked away, "I did."

More screams from the distance.

"What is happening?" the fear in her voice made me want to tell her it'd be okay. I'll have to shift. There was no other way to get out of here.

A clang. Something - no, a somebody- hit the bars in our cell.

A familiar scent, one that I have known my entire life and will remember because it's resembles too closely of- "Grandpa!"

The unmistakable silver streak of hair, and those dark eyes regard me for a moment before relief pours over his face, seeing I'm well enough. The power Grandpa carried with him is unmistakable.

A vampire that was with Grandpa pulls out the bars, and Grandpa takes no time to break off my chains, and to embrace me after I could finally move freely.

"West, you-" he takes one look at my neck and the fury and rage on his face made my hairs stand. "Look at what they did to you. Wyatt told me everything." I had to thank Wyatt later, I don't know how I'd get out of it without using Salvatore. "You never should have gone through this." Grandpa's eyes were filled with nothing but concern and love for me, his hand still wrapped around me like I was going to disappear.

"Grandpa-" I choked on my words, instead looking behind him, where I turned the vampire into stone, and he glanced at it.

"It's alright," he helped me up, and one of his vampire warriors got Abby, getting us out of the cell.

Stepping outside the dungeon, a bunch of werewolf bodies were lying on the ground. I shuddered. The King of Vampires held no prisoners. If he was here, everything was okay again and right in this world.

Grandpa used his supernatural speed to get us out of there, quickly and into a safe area where there were other vampires under him, and he told them orders of helping me- another helping Abby.

"This one looks old," the vampire medics told my grandpa, working on me as I tried to stay still, and not act hurt. It still hurt, the scars. Not that I'd ever admit it to anyone.

"Use the ointment again, bandage his neck and his wrists." As the medic was working on me, Grandpa spoke to me like he understood my exact thoughts and he always knew what to say no matter what, "You know you could have killed everyone here, if you shifted. The power you have is unpredictable. I know your father had been at war with his wolf all his life, as you are doing. You did what you had to."

"Why is it like that?" my throat constricted and my voice is low and torn, feeling helpless. "Why did it have to happen to my dad?" The stupid curse. Dad didn't know it would carry on his bloodline, when he got cursed. Thankfully, it was only one of us, but how they figured out was my first shift. That was something I didn't remember.

"My little one, I wish I knew and could have helped him more. He was all alone in it- even if he had me and your Uncle Zeke, we did not know what to do. But you must remember that you are not alone in this, West. You'll never be alone. Have the childhood that your father never had."

"Don't tell my parents," I finally told Grandpa.

Grandpa ruffled my hair, "That, my beloved youngling, is not my thing to tell." I gave a shaky smile and loud voices- mainly of Wyatt and Theo were heard, but I caught my mate's scent first.

Wyatt ran, and squatted down next to me, and there was a wave of emotion I only could know. Worry. True, paralyzing fear for me. It hurt the very essence of my soul, to make him feel like this. The only other time was when we got into the fight at school. When I hurt him.

"Why'd you get kidnapped?" he asked instead, trying to not show his emotions too much.

I tried to lighten his mood, "Sorry I got kidnapped. Will try not to let it happen again."

"That'll be a challenge," Theo smirked at me, but his eyes showed the concern too for me. "It's like your a magnet for psychos or something."

"Yeah you're here-"

"West," Edith's voice snapped me from everyone else's presence and it was only her. Then she surprised me by wrapping her arms around my torso, and I held on to her, my arms wrapping around her just as tight.

I closed my eyes, letting the comfort of her scent take over my senses, "I missed you," I murmured to her, nuzzling her neck, unable to help myself and pressing a kiss there. She leaned back from me, giving me a heart stopping smile, and I realized then just how much-

She interrupted my thoughts, "I have to tell you something."