I can be a bit of a worrier about those that I love. Especially the night of the fire. My father was missing, and Harlan wouldn't answer my texts or calls. I had gone to find him, and found him with a boy. With my patience I waited for him to notice me. Then had to convince him that our father was in trouble. When I draw I put my heart into it often getting lost in what I am doing. I yearn to make friends like my twin can, but I find it hard to do so. I want to belong to something like a pack. Be someone.

Seventeen years ago there was a forest fire. Dad who was working that day found my brother and I. Only he found wolf cubs. Not going to let those two wolf cubs die he caught us, and brought us home. Putting us in the garage overnight. Checking on us in the middle of the night he was shocked to find two babies laying in the box he had put us in. Garrett adopted us and over time I accepted him as our father in contrast to Harlen. I also have a harder time making friends than my twin.

I had a horse that I named Thunder when I was little. I couldn't remember what had happened to him until recently. I had gone out to the barn, and it was like I was that little girl again. I had almost changed, and I had clawed my horse to death. There had been blood everywhere. It was my father Garrett who had brought me out of what felt like a trance that day.

Another fire has broken out, and with the fire it brought out something from the woods. A bus full of students was in a traffic jam because of the fire. While sitting there they realized that the fire was reaching them. When animals started running from the forests in a panic the kids panicked as well. Some of them were killed, and some of them were bit. Bit by a werewolf that had been driven out by the fire.

We pieced things together thinking it was Harlan's and my real father. That our mother had been killed by the hotshot crew in the first fire. Two of those that survived the bite, Everett and Blake, were found that night in the forest. Our eyes all glowed. I had finally found the pack that I had been longing and looking for. It was as if we were one drawn to one another when one was in trouble or something happened.

There was a fire investigator there from LA, and she forced our father to work with her. In the end we found out she was our true mother. Our father had perished in the first fire all those years ago. The one who had bitten Everett and Blake was Harlen's and my triplet brother Barron. Somehow our real mother had gathered us all together including Blakes younger brother with autism. She wanted us to become a family and go with her. A werewolf family.

Only that night the earth shook. Like an earthquake. When we woke up we were in a whole new place entirely. Like a different reality. We all came here together somehow joining us. Now we will have to fight to survive working alongside people we have never met before.

Jordan was grinning, and he started to say something, but got a weird look on his face as he was definitely thinking now. Images of the food were coming to mind, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of the names of the establishments the food was at. Now that he thought about it parts of it were blurry, but for the memory of the food and how it tasted. Thinking some more he let out a laugh. “Now that I think about it I can tell you the foods, but not the places.” He smirked as he chuckled a little more. “Cause we usually hit them after our pub run even though we eat a bunch while at the pub.” He was trying to piece together where they went after their pub run. He knew his wallet was usually empty the mornings after. The bar tab was only paid once a month so it hadn’t all been spent there either. “Well there is a Shepherd's pie to die for, at one of the places. Another has some excellent Applewood smoked BBQ Ribs. Oh there’s the lemon-herbed chicken that seems to melt in your mouth. There’s a sticky toffee pudding somewhere too that blows your mind.” He stopped to think some more about the food. “Josh always gets the steak and Kidney pie somewhere that’s in a bread bowl. I hate the kidney part though.” He admitted, but if it was something she liked. “Oh there’s Cornish pasties that are awesome, uhh somewhere too.” He furrowed his brow knowing they had to be here in Diagon Alley somewhere. He knew if he looked he’d recognize the place, but he still couldn’t think of the names of the places. “Hey you should join us for a pub night sometimes! Almost every one there is a Quidditch player or in the business of Quidditch. It’s not very well known in the community though to be honest. It’s been around for years though, cause my dad and his buddies used to hang out there. He’s the one who told us about it.” He grinned at her.

Jordan laughed hearing her and shook his head. He had more than his share of Quidditch things. He didn’t think he had better admit that though. Especially when he kept adding to it. Though the place where he and his brothers lived was more than big enough for it. Their friends were always crashing at their place. “Never know when something new might come in handy.” Was all he said to that. He grinned widely at her. “No definitely no lover. The youngest of the Matheson’s. Drew and Angel. Angel has her own Quidditch gear and clothes, but ours just seem to disappear and show up later with her either carrying it or wearing it. Since that’s been happening since she was little we are used to it now, and just replace it.” He shrugged since it was nothing new to him, and would probably still be happening when they were old and gray. “She’s not spoiled either. She works for what she gets the same as us boys. If she’s not thinking about Quidditch she has animals flocking to her.” He knew that could get a little overwhelming at times. He pointed over at the bookshelf in the far corner when she asked about the books. “There’s a whole section of books over there.” He grinned at her wondering if she had a one track mind when she came in here. He definitely didn’t. “Or you could come over and check out our library, and borrow some books.” He offered. He could spend hours in this store, and go back looking again seeing something he had missed the first time. Which sometimes wasn’t a good thing cause if it was something cool he’d pick it up for his siblings too. With how much he picked up he had bags full which was hard to get home then. Trying to apparate with that much stuff was unbearable. After losing some of his stuff one time he started taking the knight bus home.

“Follow me darling.” Jordan grinned when she asked about the gloves. He led her over to the gear section and pointed out the display of gloves that they had that was pretty impressive of the new brand Ollie’s Gloves. There were practically every color you could imagine there. “Ollie is a friend of mine. When he comes up with something new he has me and some others try his stuff out. After I try them out if they're good then I send whatever it is to Angel to try out at Hogwarts. If it’s not ready I let Ollie know for sure, and he works on it till he perfects it.” He explained to her. Sometimes it was a lot of fun trying out whatever Ollie came out. Other times it was disastrous. His brother Gregory had ended up at St Mungo's after one of those incidents. His mother had sent him more than one angry howler over that one. What was great was she had sent them to Ollie too telling him he better get his head on straight! “What’s awesome about these gloves too is that they come in one size, but they form to your hands after you put them on. So they are perfect then!” He said handing his items he had picked up to the clerk who came over to take them from him so he could pick up more if he wanted to. He hadn’t even noticed the girl checking him out and giving him a come hither smile.