My scissors froze midway when I heard the door knob turn. Quickly without thinking I slid myself into the wardrobe (of places I could choose) and shut the door.

Turned out to be a bad idea. Very bad idea.

I should have hidden under the bed - it would have been so much more spacious. Zara rolled her eyes at my stupidity.

The entire wardrobe stank of smelly socks and sweaty clothes. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Cleanliness score on the scale of 10 would be -10.

Ugh... I'd rather be discovered than tolerate this stench!

The footsteps grew closer but they seemed to halt just outside. "Kiara?" A voice called out.

I blinked. Wasn't that Ashton? And what on earth was he doing here?

"Meowww" I purred sarcastically. Meaning - who else, nitwit?

The door opened and a pair of brown eyes peeped inside. Seeing me his eyes widened. "If you lacked enough clothes, you could have just told me!" He said, shaking his head disapprovingly, "Stealing is bad."

I nearly gagged I realized how he interpreted the situation. "I have better choices." I said, jumping out with the gracefulness of a baby gorilla.

Ashton cocked his head, puzzled. "What then? Are you trying to come out of the closet or something?" A smirk curved his lips. "Something you want to tell me?"

I threw him a withering look.

His eyes travelled downwards to my hands. "Really, Ki?" He snorted, "Donald Duck boxers? I thought you had better taste."

I looked down to see I was still clutching the boxers in my hand, well what were boxers anyway.

"I do have better taste, not that it's any of your business." I grumbled, wrinkling my nose as the stench of sweat wafted up my nose. "What did you come here for anyway?"

To my surprise he turned a deep shade of pink. "It's none of your business either."

I frowned at the tomato face in front of me. Was his secret so embarrassing to reveal?

"You won't tell me? Your childhood buddy, your best friend, your-"

"No." He said obstinately, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Oh, come on. Are you telling me this is more embarrassing than the time you peed your pants when my sister asked you out?"

If possible, Ashton turned even redder."No." He muttered, looking away quickly. "I didn't pee my pants and FYI, she was did it because it was a dare."

I scoff. "Liar."

"I'm not lying!" He snaps. "It's true."

"That's what all liars say."

"I was working out in the gym. It was sweat." He argued stubbornly. "Just sweat."

"Whatever floats your boat, sweetie." I said, rolling my eyes. "How about we both tell each other what we were up to?"

"We're swapping dirty secrets now?" He looked at me, contemplating. Then he shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Tell me yours first."

Ha. Nice try, buddy.

"No can do. Tell me yours." I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the wardrobe.

"Ladies first, Kiara." He countered and shrugged again when I scowled. "What can I say? I'm a gentleman."

"Don't try me, Ash." I said warningly.

"No can do." He shot me a cheeky grin, clearly enjoying my annoyance.

"Alphabetically, you're first, so your turn comes first." I said, stomping my feet annoyed at his stubbornness.

"My turn to listen, you mean." Placing his hand under his chin, he leaned against the wall and nodded in all seriousness. "Go on. Fire away. Spill the tea, bestie."

He was really getting on my nerves. I hated that term. He knew I did and he still used it. "Ash." I growled.

His cheeky grin widened even more. "Ki."

"Stop it, Ashton."

"Stop it, Ashton." He mimicked me.

This idiot in front of me was testing my patience.

"Let's do a toss instead." I said, digging out a coin from my pocket. "Me heads, you tails."

"I'll take heads."

"No. I'll take that since I am the one going to toss."

"No way, you never listen to me!" He pouts, batting his eyelashes like a miserable two year old.

"I never listen because you never talk sense."

"As if you ever do."

"Buddy, I'm way wiser than you. And I'm taking heads."

"No, you'll take tails and I'll toss." Pausing for a second, his smirk soon turns victorious. "I am the Alpha. Obey me."

"I am a Luna too, so I-" I stopped abruptly. I was a Luna?

Right, a pathetic rejected Luna.

Sensing my sudden change of thoughts, Ashton's eyes seemed to soften. "Shit, that's not how I meant." He said, panicked. "I'll tell you mine first."

I didn't want any of his kindness. "It's fine. I'll tell you mine." I said.

"It's okay. I'll say."

"I insist."

"I insist too."

"I insist more." I persisted.

"I insist you stop insisting."

I opened my mouth to argue when he raised his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright, this won't get us anywhere. Just fucking tell me yours first, Kiara. It hardly makes a difference."

I took a deep breath. Moments ticked by in eerie silence. I was about to confess a crime worthy of death. "I came here to. . . get revenge."

Ashton's brows scrunched up in genuine confusion. "In a wardrobe?'

I swear, this guy could put all idiots in the world to shame. He takes stupidity to a whole new level.

"No doofus! I came here to ruin their clothes; which I did." I said holding up the Donald Duck rag right under his nose.

He pushed it away, in repulsion. "Eew. . . take it away! Ugh that stinks!"

I laughed loudly. "It has a very Nicky smell to it, doesn't it?"

"Well then Nicky stinks like a skunk." He grumbles, backing away quickly.

I threw the boxers on the ground. "So what were you up to?" I inquired.

He shifted uncomfortably. " I can't-"

"A promise is a promise, Ash."

"Okay. Okay. I'll tell you. I um. . . was planning to. . um put itching powder in their inner wear."

My eyes widened in surprise. The prey had turned predator!

He mistook this for disapproval and hurried on, "It isn't too bad. They would only itch for three hours or so. And after what they did to me at the breakfast table, I am allowed to this, right?"

I blinked open mouthed. This guy was a total genius!

"And you thought of this all by yourself?" I asked him in awe.

"Yes."

I stared. "Really?"

He grinned sheepishly. "No."

"Who told you? Tell me!" I demanded, resting my hands on my hips, "I want to know too!"

"Er. . . it was my niece, Nora. She told me she had used it on Dylan when he had gone on a date with Bella last Valentine. It worked very well. Bella didn't speak to the poor guy for a week. Not that I would mind if I were him though."

I laughed as I pictured the two of them. Really, Nora was a born genius.

"Let's do this!" I said rubbing my hands in glee. Ashton's eyes lit up at my approval.

We searched for a few clothes that had escaped the massacre earlier and sprinkled a generous amount of the powder in each.

Once we were done we crept out the way we came-

Only to bump into Elena again.

She arched an eyebrow quizzically at the pair of us. "What did you two do?" She asked us.

Ashton looked as flustered as a teen caught watching a porn movie.

Elena's eyes snapped back to me.

"Has he?" She asked sharply, her eyes glinting furiously behind those awful glasses she wore.

Aww crap... I had forgotten she was a mind reader again!

"No!" I stuttered. "We were just playing a prank on the twins. Just giving them a taste of their own medicine. Nothing too dangerous, I promise!" I added the last part when I noticed the glint in her eye.

She relaxed visibly.

"Good. I don't want him to watch that sort of stuff." she said walking away. Indirectly, she had given her hearty approval to payback the twins.

"What was she on about?" Ashton puzzled.

I shook my head. "Nothing important." I said when suddenly Zara's words came back into my head.

Now was a good time...

"Elena," I called out to her retreating figure. "Can I talk to you for a moment? I wanted to ask you something. . ."

She stopped and turned. "Yes?"

"Are you free now?" I inquired politely.

"Yes, of course. Is there anything the matter?" She asked me curiously.

I could feel Ashton stare at me puzzled just like her, but I shook it off.

"Actually, I was interested in knowing about Werewolf history. Zara suggested it. So, if you do have time now. . ." I rambled on nervously.

"Sure, I have. I'm glad you asked. I had forgotten about it myself." she smiled, and led me to the room a few feet away. "Come."

I nodded and followed her to her room. Needless to say, Ashton tagged along.

Once we were seated, Elena began, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." I stated at once.

She smiled slightly at my eagerness. "Well then. I'll begin with the Were Guardians."

I nodded wordlessly.

"The Were Guardians are centuries old, dating since the day the Moon Goddess Selene created them. These Guardians can take any shape, be it Wolf or Jaguar or Cat or Dog- in fact, any form known to the wereworld. They are Cerberus, Romulus, Remus and Fenrir. They possess only one special power unlike us white or black wolves, yet their wisdom unsurpassable."

She paused for a minute to take a deep breath and then continued, "The only person who ever stood up to them was GreyHound."

"Who is that?" I asked completely enraptured now.

"I am coming to that." She said, slightly annoyed I interrupted her.

"Years ago, a wizard by the name Tyrus had created a Werewolf by himself. He was the fifth Were Guardian until he rebelled against Selene. He was arrogant enough to consider himself equal to the Moon Goddess and created GreyHound just to prove it.

GreyHound is no ordinary werewolf. He is a hybrid and what is a mystery is his immortality. He is much stronger than any number of Black and White wolves put together. So defeating him has been practically impossible so far."

She sighed sadly and Ashton shook his head. "Mom you need to stop worrying about the past. If we stay together he won't be able to attack us again."

"Again?" I asked, puzzled.

Ashton nodded. "Yes Ki. That Rogue Attack was no attack by ordinary gang of wolves. It was all planned by GreyHound."

My lips quivered in anger.

GreyHound.

Grey. Freaking. Hound.

The sole cause of my separation of my sister.

The reason my Dad died; the reason Mom went into depression; the reason why Ashton left.

The man who made my life hell.