I sat in my bed room with the music up and the curtains drawn to let in a little light. I had a couple boxes from the attic sitting around my room, one of them on my bed, cut open. There was a small box of photos, a wrapped up box, a couple baby blankets, and two journals. One was from my mother, the other from my grandfather. Because my grandfather was Russian, the entire thing was written in his native language, so I couldn't read it. And my mother, she wrote in on and off English and Russian, which didn't help. I read what I could, but from what I could tell, everything was about family.

I put the journals away and started looking through the photos. There was a lot of pictures of me growing up and quite a bit of Julian when he was a little kid. There was a picture of me on my first day of high school, with my shoulder length black hair and bright red lipstick. I gave a small smile. I was pretty then, with glowing golden skin, and raven black hair, and bright blue eyes. I was still tiny and thin, but I had a little more substance than I now do.

Julian looked the same way he does now, only younger. Golden skin, Dark hair, big blue eyes and a charming smile. All the teachers loved him because he sucked up to them all. And the girls just fawned over him. They still do. Its great to see Ashley get jealous, so I encourage his trips out to the clubs. She hates me for it.

Actually, Julian looked a lot like our Uncle Demetrius. Although Demetrius was a little beefier, completely tatted up and had his hair cut quite short, they had strange similarities. I found a picture of Demetrius from a few years before my parents died. He was only around 18 in this picture, with the same amount of muscles to spare and the same charming smile that made the girls swoon. He was attractive enough, strong enough, charming enough to make any girl strip on the spot, but he had his moments when he made a grown man pee his pants and run for the hills.

I flipped through a couple more photos before I came across another one of Demetrius from a couple years later. I looked at the date at the bottom of the page. It was just a few months before my parents died. Demetrius was in a group of ten or so men, who all looked similar to him in build and height. They were all smiling and laughing. Demetrius stood on the end with one not-so-tatted arm around another man about the same age. The men varied in age in about a ten year difference, but it didn't seem to change the friendship that seemed inevitable by this picture.

I gave a small smile and placed the picture to the side in a small pile that I wanted to keep here in my room. I skimmed through the rest of the pictures, and placed the rest back into the small plastic box that I found them in. There was a knock on my door and I turned quickly, sucking in a breath, almost forgetting that I lived with two other people.

Julian came into the room, and thankfully, Ashley wasn't with him. I really didn't need her screaming about sunlight at this point in time. He closed the door behind him and came to sit at the end of the bed behind the box of pictures. He was dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a black t-shirt with his white shell necklace just visible. It contrasted with his golden skin nicely.

"Hey, you alright? You've been in here all day." I nodded silently and started putting the journals and box of photographs away back into the water-stained cardboard box. Julian watched me silently before he moved around me to grab the small pile of pictures I had set aside. He started flipping through them, smiling every now and then. "Do you want anything to eat?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the pictures. I shook my head.

"Im okay." He sighed and looked at me, his arms dropping into his lap.

"Tegan. You haven't eaten all day. You need something." I gave him a look.

"You know I wont be able to keep it down." He glared at me softly and I gave him a slight growl back as a small challenge. Julian looked away and started flipping through the pictures again. "If I want to eat. Ill eat. Don't worry about me."

"You know I will. You're my big sister. I cant help it." Julian stopped at the picture of Demetrius and studied it. He flipped it over and as he did so, I noticed some writing on the back that I couldn't read that quickly. As he read it, his eyes started to grow before he snapped his head up to look at me and practically threw the picture at me. I scrambled to catch it and it landed in my lap. I picked it up and read it.

Demetrius joined the pack!

I didn't know how many times I read that sentence over before it clicked in my head. I snapped up to look at Julian, who was watching me with slight hesitancy. He didn't know what I was going to do, and to be quite honest, I didn't know either. I was currently in a mix of emotions. Shock, anger, confusion, happiness, sorrow. I didn't know what to do. My wolf part wanted to shift and destroy everything in its path and get some answers, while the human part of me just went numb. And currently, the numb part was over ruling the rage.

"Demetrius is a wolf too." Thank you Caption Obvious for stating what I had already learned. I looked up at Julian and looked back down at the photograph. I had seen Demetirus in a bathing suit where the only place I could not see was the one place I never wanted to see. So far as I know, he had no bitten scars like I did that marred his flesh. Meaning.

"He isn't a bitten." Julian looked at me and stood up and pulled out his cellphone. "What are you doing?" I asked him, placing the picture down and standing up. I looked up to him, but that didn't mean that I couldn't kick his ass right now if he was actually doing what I thought he was doing.

"Im calling him. He can get you-…" I had snatched the phone out of his hand so quickly, he didn't see it coming. I chucked it out the open window, walked to the door, opened it and waited for him to leave. Yes, this is my calm. "Tegan."

"Get. Out. Do not call him. Do not tell him. Do you understand?" Julian was silent as he looked me over. I could see the anguish in his eyes, how badly he just wanted me to get better. All he wanted was for me to accept a pack and get better again. He hated seeing me like this. But having all of this happen at once, I didn't want it. I didn't want to join a pack where family lied to you. He should have known I was one and told me…hell, I shouldn't have known he was a wolf! But I didn't, until now.

Julian slowly left my room and turned around to say something, only for me to slam the door in his face. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear anything. Right now, I wanted to be alone. I sat on my bed, pulled my legs up to my chest and let the tears fall. I didn't really know why I was crying. Learning these things about family just made your emotions go haywire, I guess. Not that I wasn't already unstable in the first place, Ashley could vouch for that.

I sat there for quite some time before I realized that the wrapped up box was sitting on my bed and it had been killing me to know what it was. I decided to take my mind off of what I had just learned about my family, my history and figure out this shit.

The box was wrapped up in a couple of small patches of cloth to keep it from getting scratched or dusty. It was a small jewelry box, made out of polished cherry wood with a crescent moon engraved into the top of the box. The hinges were painted gold and it was closed with a golden clasp. I opened it and the top was a polished mirror, while in the bottom lay a silver necklace that had a blue moonstone embedded into it.

I picked it up and felt the cold of the metal rush through me. It felt nice, and I smiled lightly as I wrapped my pale fingers around it and looked it over. It was a thick silver chain that connected to a solid silver backing the held the stone. Simple, but beautiful. Across the back was engraved the word Artemis.

I knew that wolves were the Children of Artemis. All of us creatures had decended from one of the five creating Gods: Hades, Artemis, Apollo, Poseidon, and Aphrodite. But I was wondering why a necklace that had her name on the back was in my possession.

I gently placed the necklace back into the box and placed the box on my dresser to look at later. I stood up and placed the cardboard box back with the others and looked in the mirror. I was pale and ugly and over all looked even more sick than yesterday. My stomach twisted and I swallowed as to not gag and sat down on my bed again for a second to calm myself down.

After a few moments, I stood up and walked out of my room and down the stairs. Julian was right, I needed to eat something, but there were very few things I could actually hold down now. I grabbed the crackers and leaned against the counter, only for the bitch from Hell to walk into the room. She was dressed in all black again, gloves covered her hands and her hood over her head. Her blonde hair cascaded from under it like a waterfall of golden thread. I still thought she was ugly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked me, standing outside of the kitchen and away from the small streams of sunlight that cut through the breaks in the curtains that covered the windows. She glared at me from under the hood, her lips pulled back to bare her over sized canine teeth.

"Its none of your business, Ashley." I snapped, swallowing my first cracker and forcing it all the way down.

"Anything that involves Julian is my business, Tegan." I growled and placed the crackers down. "You have a chance to live, you dumbass, why aren't you taking it?!" She stomped her foot like a small child, in frustration.

"I don't need to tell you these things." She threw her hands up in anger and let them drop again before placing them on her hips.

"You're the most stubborn bitch I have ever met. Your killing him on the inside, you know that." I turned away and took a small nibble of the cracker. "He cant live without you and you are just letting yourself die."

"Leave, Ashley."

"Stop torturing him because of your own selfish needs and accept a damn pack already. You have family in one, its not like its that difficult."

"I said LEAVE!" My voice echoed through the house and cut her off quickly. She snapped her mouth shut and her eyes widened slightly. My teeth had elongated as I bared them at her, my eyes changed and my claws exteneded. She could see I was close to changing and cowered into her hood as she turned and raced up the stairs.

I took deep, even breaths and placed my hands on the counter, letting the tears travel down my cheeks and splatter onto the tile floor.