Chapter 2

Cataleya’s POV-

“Thanks bro,” I say as Aria and I leave the boys to finish cleaning up. I could probably find everything just fine on my own when we get to campus, but I know that he’s always busy during football season so I gotta take our hang out time when I can get it. For some reason he’s never really had a steady girlfriend that takes up his time, even though everyone else tells me he’s good looking. Obviously I could never look at him that way, but I trust Aria’s judgment. He’s pretty tall and muscular, and has dark brown hair that he keeps tight on the sides and short on top, just enough to style when he needs to but that can look good all messed up. Our mom started watching the show Supernatural when she was pregnant and got obsessed with the actor Jensen Ackles, who she said reminded her of our dad. That’s why she named her son Dean. It was just sheer luck that he grew up to kind of look like him too. We both got our mom's dark brown hair but he got dad’s green eyes and I have light brown eyes like mom. I’m only 5’7”, which is a decent height for most women, but I feel like my brother and my dad both tower over me.

“Well I don’t care what they say, I’m excited for the new semester. All the new people to meet!” Aria squeals. She’s always been the more social of the two of us. “Remember the guys we met at the pool hall last year?” she asks.

“Shhhh! Keep it down. I didn’t tell Dean about that and I don’t plan on him ever knowing we go there. He keeps guys away from me enough as it is and I don’t want him to take away my one dating pool,” I reply as we both laugh back to our rooms. We of course had to get rooms next to each other. We had a small place together during our year in the city and although we loved being able to hang out together all the time we still needed our own space to decompress every once in a while. I wouldn’t let her go too far away though and we still hung out in each other's rooms all the time. It was needed to maintain our sanity in this testosterone driven world. We made our way into my room right now and each took up our spots on my small sofa.

“Do you think our brothers will let us get anywhere near the pack guys on the team?” Aria asks.

“I doubt it. At least I know Dean won’t. I know that won’t stop you though.”

“Damn right it won’t. I heard those guys are all hot. Something in their genes.”

“There’s more to life than looks, Aria.”

“Yeah like the way they move! Wouldn’t mind a little wrestling to test out my theories,” she says as she winks at me.

“Only you could turn fighting a werewolf into something dirty.”

“Damn right! And you love me for it. Someone has to bring a little spice into your life, and I’m not just talking about my Latina side either.” Aria and Damien have a hispanic mom and she claims that’s where she gets all her cooking and dancing abilities. Damien can’t do either.

“I don’t need any spice right now. I just want to get my degree and somehow decide what to do after college. I know what we do here is important, and I love that we make a difference even if not everyone knows it, but there are still other evils out there that need to be stopped.”

“Hey, you have plenty of time to decide and we never know what will happen in the next 4 years so just take this time to have a little fun too. Besides, we both know no matter what you do, you can’t live without me and will never stay away,” she smiles.

“That is true. As long as I’m not stuck doing more paperwork for my mom's company like we had to do last year. If that is the only other option then I’ll just abduct you and run off to the other side of the country.”

“It wasn’t all that bad. I know it wasn’t as active as you usually like, but it’s still important and helps pay for this place so we don’t have to. And I like it there better than your dad’s place. Although, the clientele there can sometimes be a little more fun to be around,” she says as she winks my way. Jeez this girl and her dirty thoughts.

Along with my mom’s real estate business she runs, my dad also has a hunting and fishing guide business in the city. Just the normal kind of hunting, not the kind we do on our own. Unfortunately the important side doesn’t pay the bills so we still need to do some civilian work too. It works out though, since we can keep all these tourists out of the areas that are gonna get them killed. Every once in a while a few would come along that were our age and we would chat up a bit, until Dad or Dean walked in and would shut it down. We help out a lot with the management side of both businesses so we stayed in the city during our gap year to keep helping while also getting some distance from this life. It was a nice little break, but I did miss seeing the people here every day. And weapons training, definitely missed weapons training. It’s a great way to release some stress and I was for sure stressing about what to do after college.

During one of our nights out at the pool hall we met a couple women that worked with the FBI and they were telling us about some of the things they do and what it took to get a position there. Most of it sounded like things we already did here training wise, and we do some investigative work too with the intel we get from the different mythicals we catch and what the pack sends our way. If we get enough information about something that will impact humans we package it up as best we can without giving away too much and send it over to the local police. One of our friends here, Micah, works with them while he finishes up his degree so we do have that connection when needed and he’s told us about some of the things he’s seen in his time there so far. It seems like there is always evil out there, both human and mythical. I just hope that the little bit that we can do on both sides is enough to make a dent in that evil.