Alex awoke in a furnished space, completely lost. He felt weird, like he wasn't himself. Like there was another person inside of him. He looked over to see his sister sitting on a grouping of pillows, watching television. "Sissy? What happened?" He couldn't remember anything of that morning. How had he gotten here? Why wasn't he at home? Why did he hurt so darn bad?! None of this added up, and he wanted some serious answers.
Persephone looked at him, her eyes downcast. What was wrong with her? She had left her brother to die, and now look at him. Lost and in a hospital bed, bruised and more than battered. "I'm sorry Alex. You- Well let me start at the beginning. I let you go downstairs when I knew there were werewolves down their, and they had become pack. Being human, you didn't know that they were. You hit a female with your hockey stick and she got really angry. Lets just say you got a bit eaten..." She had left him. Char was going to beat her for her latest stunt, of that she was sure of.
