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A million things were running through my mind as Ryker and Grey both had a hand on each of my thighs, rubbing in tiny littles circles as Grey drove to school. Ryker had given me his pullover because he said that my dress was too revealing around my breasts. I just rolled my eyes at him as I put it on, not wanting to cause a fight on his birthday, and he knew this. Otherwise, I would have given him shit for that, the sneaky bastard.

"Talk to us, beautiful." Ryker said. I just shrugged my shoulders.

"All I have swimming in my mind is questions. And I apparently have to wait until the end of the day." I rolled my eyes as I pulled the sweater down to hold in my palms so I had sweater paws.

"We didn't mean literally," Grey sighed and I could feel the eye roll from his tone.

"Hey. Look at my sweater paws." I giggled, shoving my hands in Ryker's face. He just laughed at me and pushed my hands away.

"Well aren't you cute." Ryker said, turning my head to look him in the eyes. He pecked my lips and when he pulled back, his eyes flashed from black back to his gorgeous blue.

Definitely going to be one of my questions.

"Why do your eyes do that thing?" I thought out loud.

"It is my wolf, trying to come out." Ryker answered. I could feel Grey's gaze on me. I looked at him, and sure enough he was looking at me.

"Pay attention to the road!" I screamed at him and he rolled his eyes at me, again, before paying attention to the road.

"What do you mean come out? Of where?" I asked as we were pulling into the parking lot.

"Not here, we shouldn't discuss this in public, okay?" I nodded my head because his voice sounded panicked. Or maybe I'm projecting my panic onto him?

I started to move to get out of the truck but Ryker wouldn't budge. I tried to get out on Grey's side, but he wouldn't budge either.

"Don't we get a birthday kiss?" Grey put on a pouty face, and he looked super adorable. I placed a kiss to Grey's lips, and then a kiss to Ryker's lips.

"Now can we please get out of the car?" I whined. I hate being in the car longer than is necessary. It's such a confined space, and I feel so trapped.

"Baby doll, relax." Grey said as they finally got out of the car. I got out of the car, dragging my backpack behind me. Grey put an arm around my waist while Ryker held my hand. A blush was permanent on my face as I kept my head down and we walked to our usual hang out. There were a few of my friends, I didn't have many because I hate people, while the rest were Grey and Ryker's friends'.

"Hey guys!" Grey and Ryker shouted, bringing bright smiles to everyone's face. My friends waved at me, signaling that they wanted me to come and talk to them, but I motioned to the boys holding me back. They rolled their eyes.

"Hey tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, we kind of need to talk to Holland!" My friend, Amanda Hiker, shouted at the boys.

They looked at her, then at me, and gave me a kiss on each cheek.

"We will walk you to your first class," Grey whispered in my ear before pushing me towards the girls, and sending a slap on my rear end.

"Not cool," I muttered as I held my hands on my butt and walked to them, beyond embarrassed now.

"Hey girly!" Amanda said, squeezing me in a hug. I smiled at her and waved at the other three girls; Cara Grace, Lena Matthews, and Sarah Litcher.

Soon, we tumbled into a conversation about homework, the upcoming weekend, and if the boys' were going to throw a party for their birthday.

"I don't know. They haven't said anything to me about it so I don't think so." I said, pulling on my sweater paws before looking up at the girls. They gave me a look of pity. Why were they looking at me like that? I furrowed my eyebrows at them. "What?" I snapped at them.

"It's been all over the school for the past week that they were going to throw one. How have you not heard anything, aren't you like with them all the time?" Cara said, her voice clearly condescending.

My entire school career has been filled with jealous and snide comments from any girl friends that I had because of Grey and Ryker. They were the most attractive and therefore most popular guys at school, and it also helped that they were absolute sweethearts. All the girls wanted their boyfriends and/or crushes to treat them the way that Grey and Ryker treated me.

And it was comments like this, one of the many reasons why I have no girl friends, and it's Grey and Ryker's fault that I have no guy friends, they were too possessive over me. I have no friends, and it's because of Grey and Ryker. But I'm okay with that, as long as I have them then I'm okay.

But right now, all I felt within me was anger, confusion, and hurt. I looked towards the boys and saw that they were animatedly talking to their friends. Why didn't they tell me about the party?

I was about to snap at Cara when the bell rang, saving me. The boys grabbed my hands and walked me to the front door. I opened my mouth to ask them about their party, but it counts as a question, even if it's not about being a werewolf. So do I have to wait until the end of the day? Wow this is a dumb fucking rule.

"Why didn't you guys tell me that you're throwing a party?" I said, the hurt evident in my voice.

"We haven't decided if we wanted to go or not yet," Grey answered.

"Plus, do you even want to go?" Ryker asked, his eyebrows raised. We were at our lockers. We continued to talk as we got out the what we needed for the next few classes.

I looked at the calendar hanging up in my locker. Their birthday was circled numerous times with hearts covering the square that made up that day. The countdown to graduation, which was only five months away, was covered up by the hearts.

"I don't know, I need more information. I would have just liked to have known about it earlier. You know?" I looked at both of them and they were nodding their heads.

"Sorry baby doll." "Sorry beautiful."

I half-smiled at them, and closed my locker, but my head was still reeling about what they told me this morning.

I mean like, what in the fuck is up with the whole werewolf situation?! I had excused myself from the breakfast table after they told me to run up to my room. Once in there, I just screamed, cried, and freaked out. What the hell! How can you just drop that on someone? I know it's a secret, but how do you just drop it on someone, with no explanation at all?

And this is something that they were able to keep a secret for how many years? And it seemed like my parents were in on it too, they didn't even react? Does that mean that they're werewolves too, or that they at least knew that Grey and Ryker were werewolves? Why would they know but I was kept in the dark?

I just have to get through today, and pretend that everything is normal, meanwhile I'm entirely on edge and internally freaking out.

I released my bottom lip and looked at Grey and Ryker. They seemed concerned, but I didn't care at the moment. I tried walking away from them, but they both grabbed my hand and pulled me back to them, my books falling to the floor. I rolled my eyes as I yanked my hands out of their grip to pick up my books.

"Beautiful, I'm sorry about this morning. We know that you are ready to pop because of all your questions, but try and hold them in, okay? This isn't really something we can discuss at school." Ryker said, tilting my head so I was looking in his eyes. All of my anger melted away to be replaced with love and calmness. How do they do that? I nodded my head in agreement and he smiled at me.

Ryker grabbed my hand and led me to our first class, English. "Are you ready to shoot yourself?" I asked them, scoffing as we walked into the classroom. I absolutely hated English class. It's not the teacher, it's all the work we have to do. So I guess it's the teacher.

We each grabbed a seat and settled down, taking out our homework and sighing as the bell rang.

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It was third period, study hall, and I finally had time to sit down and write all of my questions out. I took out a piece of paper, a sharpie (I fucking love sharpies), and started my list.

1. What are mates?

2. Why do I have two of them?

3. What are werewolves?

4. How did they come to exist?

5. Why do your eyes change to black?

6. Why do you growl all the time?

7. Why did you miss all of that school in sixth grade? Did it have to do with this?

8. Why are you so protective of me?

9. Why do you eat so much food?

10. Why are you so concerned about what I wear?

11.

I was drawing a blank now. I think that was all of my questions. I stared at my piece of paper, and sighed. I looked to the right and saw Grey and Ryker talking to some of their friends.

Grey must have noticed me staring because he turned and looked into my eyes. His eyes followed my lips before biting his own, and motioning towards his pants with his eyes. I shook my head, my cheeks flushing. He smirked before turning to Ryker and probably told him what just happened. Ryker looked at my blush, back at Grey, and smirked along with him.

I shook my head in embarrassment and went back to my list. Screw them.

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I walked into the cafeteria, Grey and Ryker pulling me to the lunch line. I groaned, not really in the mood to eat. My stomach was still in knots, nervous about asking my questions later. I hate thinking about future confrontations. We aren't in a fight or anything, but I don't know what's going to happen, and that makes me so nervous and anxious.

"Come on baby doll. What do you want to eat?" Grey asked, piling food on his tray for himself as Ryker did the same. Today was Grey's turn to buy me lunch; they alternate on which day they buy me food.

"I'm not hungry." I said, shivering as I pulled the sweater down my arms. It was freezing in the school today, I'm glad Ryker gave me his sweater to wear. I didn't want to eat anything, I would probably just throw it up because I'm so nervous.

"Bullshit." Grey said, grabbing a fruit salad and some yogurt. I rolled my eyes at him. I grabbed a bag of cheez-it's and threw it on his tray. He gave me a look and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I waited for him and Ryker to pay for their food before heading to our usual lunch table. Grey handed me my food. I nestled into a seat between Grey and Ryker, and they immediately put a hand on my bare thigh. I threw a cheez-it into my mouth to stop myself from squealing in excitement. I love when they touch me.

As the boys talked to their friends, and rubbed up and down my thighs, I thought about later tonight. I had bought a lace baby doll outfit for tonight because I was planning on doing something special for them. I had run through every scenario of what could happen so that I wouldn't be surprised, but it still didn't help the anxiety swelling within me. Sometimes I think that anxiety medicine that my parents give me is just a sugar pill or something, it does absolutely nothing for me.

They continued to rub tiny circles on my thighs, slowly making me less and less anxious with each stroke of their thumb. I sighed, and melted into their touch. I love my boys.

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I brushed a curl behind my ear, looking at myself in the mirror. My breasts were pushed up in the dark blue lace baby doll, my belly button peaking out of the slit in the middle. My hips flared before dipping down in blue lace underwear. I had trimmed the hair on my...area because the underwear was see through.

I slipped on Ryker's gray t-shirt. It stopped mid thigh and covered everything. I smiled in the mirror and stepped into my room. I searched through my back pack, looking for my piece of paper with all of my questions. I quickly grabbed it and pranced downstairs into the living room where my two boys were waiting.

We were at Ryker's house because his parents were on vacation on a tropical island somewhere, and they took his little brother, Max. We don't go to Grey's house because there's a ton of people that live there, like an uncomfortable amount apparently. And I hate people.

When I stepped into the living room, I looked at Grey and Ryker. I bit my lip as I stared at them. They truly were incredibly handsome, and all mine.

I love Ryker's cut jaw, and his thin, yet muscular arms. I love how they wrapped around me, and hold me tight against him. I love laying against his chest, hearing his heart thud in his chest, creating a soft lullaby for me. I love his soft, glowing eyes, always staring at me like I was the only important thing to him.

I switched my attention to Grey. I absolutely love when he lays on my stomach, and I can run my hands through his soft hair. I love staring into his eyes, silently demanding me to do what I was told. I love his dominant nature, and the way he carried himself, knowing that he was the dominant one in any situation.

I heard them both clear their throats, and I snapped out of my trance. Grey curled his finger at me, demanding my presence next to him. I pranced over to them, and smushed my way in-between them on the couch. I whined as I tried to pull them closer to me. I want them as close to me as possible.

"Baby doll..." Grey said, and I tilted my head to look at him. He gave me a soft smile, and placed a kiss to the top of my head. "Read out your questions. I know you wrote them down." They both chuckled at me, and I blushed as I brought out the piece of paper. I cleared my throat as I read them out loud.

Grey and Ryker looked at each other. "I get evens, you get odds?" Grey suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"Alright beautiful. One: mates are your other half. The Moon Goddess created one being, split them in half so there were two, in the hopes that one day these halves would be united. And in our case, we were split into thirds. They are perfectly made for each other, and once united through marking, are together forever. Now you don't have to be a werewolf to have a mate, you can be of any species. Yes this means that there are vampires, and all that jazz." I chuckled at his explanation.

"Two: you have two mates because when the Moon Goddess made us, she split us into three's. No rhyme or reason that we know of, but she might have her own reasons. There are only a few cases of this happening all throughout time, and we are one of those cases. So feel special." Grey winked at me.

"Three: werewolves are special creatures. They are half man, half wolf. Our wolf is hidden in our body and we can morph into it whenever we feel like it. Sometimes, it is out of extreme emotions, but most of the time we are in control of our wolf. Our wolf is a completely separate being, meaning that if we do not have enough control over our wolf, they can take over and their primal instincts take over."

"Four: we came to exist through magic. Yes, that sounds like a fairy tale, but just listen. For the longest time, wolves and humans have been against each other. Both species have been hunting the other, creating havoc. A witch named Lavoyica lost her husband to a wolf, and the grief was too much for her. Like I said, you don't have to be a werewolf to have a mate. And she lost her mate, meaning she lost the other half of herself. She went mad, and crazy. And one day, she decided to end the feud between wolves and humans, and created them as one; part man, part beast. From then on, it became genetic and passed down from generation to generation." They paused for a moment, to let it all sink in for me. Once I nodded my head, they continued.

"Five: when our eyes go to pitch black, that means that our wolf is trying to take over. It could be from any extreme emotion; anger, lust, jealousy, you name it."

"Six: and baby doll, do you mean us growling?" I nodded. "That's just our inner wolf trying to come out. Like we said, at any extreme emotion, our inner wolf will try and overtake us. Esp-"

"But whenever my dad comes near me, you guys growl at him. Why?" I interrupted, twiddling with my thumbs.

"Baby doll, we, and especially our wolves, do not want any other male touching you. Our wolves can't differentiate between familial relationships with our mate, so it growls when any male comes in close contact with you." I furrowed my eyebrows, but nodded anyway. That is weird.

"Seven: we missed all of that school because when you are born with the werewolf gene, it starts to kick in around the time that you are twelve. And when the gene starts to kick in, little, yet noticeable, changes occur. First, your canines. Second, uncontrollable shifting. Third, your wolf constantly trying to take over. What we did on those days off was try to reel in our wolf, and gain control over him."

"Eight: why are we so protective of you? Is this honestly a question? Baby doll, I don't know if you have realized yet, but we love you. Not because we have to, but because we fell in love with you. That first day we saw you in kindergarten, we felt a pull to you. From the first moment I looked into your eyes, I wanted to hold you in my arms, never let go, and kill anything that came within five feet of you. You are our other half. We would do anything to keep you out of harm's way." My heart fluttered at his response. Everything he said made me feel whole, content, and elated.

"Me too beautiful. Anyway, nine: there's two of us in one being. We have to eat for two people. Or in our case, a person and a wolf."

"Ten: we do not want other people looking at you in any type of sexual way. And some people have the balls to go and touch things they aren't supposed to. We want to prevent any of that from happening because if someone touched you inappropriately, they would be dead." My eyes widened in surprise and I bit my lip to stop from gasping. Holy shit, they really are protective.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his breath ghosting over my lips, causing me to shiver in anticipation.

"Yes," I breathed out, my body heating up.

"So what did you get us for our birthday?" Grey asked. I smiled and stood up, surprising Ryker into settling back into the couch.

I pulled the t-shirt off and placed it on the floor next to me. I placed my hands on my hips, bit my lip, and innocently asked, "Do you like it?"

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