Angel's POV

I stared at them wide-eyed.

No no no. That's not good.

The whole room was quiet while they stared at me with concern.

"You shouldn't be running around, little one. You should be in bed, resting."

And the next thing you know they are both hugging me. Again.

The only difference was that one of them picked me up so that my hands and legs are wrapped around him.

I'm like a koala baby holding onto their mommy.

Wait.

WHERE THE HECK DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?

Something is really wrong with me, I should have my head checked.

And would you look at that. They are nuzzling my neck again for the thousandth time.

It's getting annoying already.

I feel like that's all they do.

Hug me and nuzzle my neck, that is.

"So she really is your mate, boys?" came a very excited female voice from somewhere.

Oh, the woman I met was still there?

"Yes mother, that's our little mate."

Oh for heaven's sake, she really is their mother? Dang it, I don't think she'll help me escape.

"So does she know?"

"No, not yet, mom."

"Well, you should tell her. Preferably now or it will be too late."

"We'll take her upstairs and tell her. We will be in our room if you need us."

And with that the twins went towards the stairs with me still in their hold. Wait, that means I'm gonna be alone with them in a room? Oh no, it won't end well.

I tried to wiggle out of the twin's hold but he held on tighter so that I couldn't move at all.

We went down the same hallway and into the same room I woke up in.

The twin holding me put me on the bed and I scrambled away from them.

They stood on the side of the bed and looked at me.

"We need to tell you something, little one."

"Tell me what?"

"Don't freak out, okay? We won't harm you, we promise. Whatever happens, don't run."

One of them took a big breath and said: "We're werewolves."

...

Wha-

What the fudge nuggets are they talking about.

Werewolves.

Are they for real right now?

Okay, okay. I know you're probably like 'are you nuts? You're an elf and now you can't believe someone when they say they are a werewolf?' and 'girl, there's no logic in your thinking'.

Yeah yeah, I know it's weird.

Then again, I'm weird, but the weirdest people are the best people.

Hey, that could be my life motto from now on!

"Werewolves?"

"Yeah, werewolves."

...

"And I should believe you why exactly?"

"You... you don't believe us?" For whatever reason, they looked surprised.

"Well, duh."

They looked at each other and nodded like they had talked about something and agreed.

They are acting really weird.

"We can show you."

"Really? Go ahead." I'd really like to know how they are going to prove it.

"Okay then."

And you wanna guess what did they do then?

They began stripping.

In front of me.

Out of nowhere.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

"We're gonna show you that we're werewolves."

"By stripping in front of me?"

"We are going to shred our clothes otherwise."

Oh my lord. Angel, what have you gotten yourself into?

They stripped until they only had boxers on. I tried really hard not to look at their abs because like dam- no Angel, no. Bad girl.

And then, they shifted.

Into wolves.

Into two, humongous, midnight black wolves, who towered over me even more then they did in human form.

Holy schnitzels, they are werewolves.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

That means they could eat me or something.

Oh my, that's not good.

They stepped closer and that's when I decided. I gotta get far, far away.

So I ran.

I ran out of the room and down the hall, slipping into some random room.

I closed and locked the door after me and pushed a dresser in front of it.

I backed away from the door and went to hide in the adjoined bathroom, locking the bathroom door also.

I sat into the bathtub and held my legs close to my chest.

How am I going to get out of here? Surely the place is packed with werewolves and I'm pretty sure the twins are looking for me.

And then I realized I have this magical thing called phone in my pocket. How didn't I notice it before?

Okay, it doesn't matter. I need to call someone, but who?

And that's when he popped into my mind.

I could call Jaxson!

Oh, you're probably wondering who Jaxson is.

He's my brother.

Foster brother, of course. He's the son of Peter and Cindy, my foster parents.

But I consider him my real brother just like I consider Peter and Cindy my real parents.

He's 20 years old so a year older than me. He considers me his little sister just like he is my big bro.

He is in England at the moment, so I actually doubt he can really do something about my situation but I just need someone to talk to. I can't really call my parents because then they would want me to go back home after all this has somehow ended.

I have nothing against the place I grew up in, I just want to be a little independent, so Jaxson is kinda the only one I can talk to right now.

He picks up after the second ring.

"Angel?"

"Hey Jax, you're not busy right now are you?"

"No, what's up, sis?"

"I... I kinda got kidnapped..."

"WHAT? KIDNAPPED? WHO DARED TO KIDNAP MY LITTLE SISTER?"

"Jaxson, calm down."

"No, I won't calm down! How can I calm down when my little sis is kidnapped? Are you okay? Have they done something to you? Do you know who-"

"Jaxson I'm okay, no, they haven't done anything and no, I don't know who they are."

"Thank heavens you're okay. Have you called mom or dad?"

"No, I haven't. You know what they will be like. But Jaxson there is something weird about them..."

"What is it, Angel?"

"You're probably gonna think I'm crazy but, they growl and call me theirs and they hug me randomly and nuzzle my neck and a few minutes ago they turned into huge wolves and then I ran and now I'm sitting in some random bathtub, hiding."

Holy heck, I said all that in one breath.

...

"Jaxson? Are you there? Please don't laugh because that actually happened and-"

"Angel."

"Yes?"

"...do you remember Shawn Maxwell?"

"You mean Shaw-boy?"

"Mhmmm."

"Then yes, why?"

I heard him sigh on the other side and then: "He is a werewolf also."

...

"What?"

"He's a werewolf."

"Are you kidding me, Jaxson?"

"No, I'm not kidding, Angel."

What the heck.

"Oh and you said they were growling, nuzzling your neck and hugging you?"

"Uh-huh."

Again, a sigh on the other end.

"They're your mates."

"They're my what?"

"Your mates."

"Mates?"

"Yup, Shawn told me about mates. Mate is a shorter term for soulmate and it's someone who a wolf will forever love and protect. Every wolf has a mate and they are put together by the Moon Goddess. It's fate so you can do nothing about it. Once a wolf finds their mate they never want to leave their side and constantly touch and smell them."

Well, I guess that kind of explains their weird actions earlier.

"So there's nothing I can do about it?"

"I'm afraid not. But if they hurt you, you will call me, I'm going to come there and beat their asses, got that?"

I laughed because that's pretty sure not gonna happen. I mean, Jaxson is tall and built and all but compared to the twins... yeah, well, not gonna happen.

"Okay Jaxso-"

I was cut off by a door banging open.

Oh fudge. That was the door of the bedroom.

CRASH.

And there went the door of the bathroom I was in.

In the doorway stood two, half naked and extremely pissed off twin boys, also known as my werewolf mates.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

One of the twins came and took my phone and growled into it.

The other one came and grabbed me, cradling me in his arms and holding me close to him while walking into the bedroom and sitting on the bed.

He put his nose into the crook of my neck and started nuzzling and sniffing me once again.

It seemed to calm him down and after a while he took his face out of my neck to face me.

I saw how his eyes went from their midnight blue to sky blue.

"Who were you talking to, little one?" he asked in a low voice while looking deep into my eyes.

"To Jaxson."

I guess he didn't like that answer because he growled and nuzzled my neck again.

"Who. Is. Jaxson," he growled out.

"H-he's my brother."

It seemed to calm him down?

Well then.

He searched my face, looking for any signs of lying and he narrowed his eyes a little so I quickly added something.

"Well, foster brother actually. I'm adopted but I consider them my real family."

Then the other twin came out of the bathroom and gave me my phone while the twin holding me sent him a questioning look which he nodded to and the one holding me, seemed pleased.

What the heck. Are they actually talking through their minds? Now that I know they're werewolves kinda anything can be possible.

Talking through minds. That would be hella cool.

"What's your name, little one?" the one holding me asked while they both looked at me.

I blushed and looked down.

"Angel."

I looked up again and their faces held adoration.

"So fitting," the twin standing mumbled while looking at me like he was in a daze.

"Well, little one," the one holding me, started.

"My name is Xavier Slade and he is my twin brother Xander Slade. We're the Alphas of the Black Shadow pack and your mates."

I guess what Jaxson said is true then.