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Minho just couldn't believe his luck. Of all the towns to move to, why were they moving back to Beacon Hills? He doesn't even remember much of the place itself but he's not stupid. The Yukimuras moved away from the place when he was four and have expressed a healthy dose of caution and suspicion any time they hear the name. Not to mention all the animal attacks that have apparently gotten bad enough for national publicity.
At least his little sister, Kira, seemed to be taking the news well. She had been getting quite a bit of unwanted attention this last year, just as he had the year before, but with a heart of gold it had landed her in enough situations that maybe moving was necessary. Sometimes Minho regrets being as protective of her as he's always been so that she wouldn't trust so easily or be as naive to the evils around her, but he knows he wouldn't trade her innocence for anything and if she wasn't always reminding him to look for the light, all he'd see was the darkness.
Brought out of his inner monologuing, Minho stiffens at the boxes he'd packed toppling over. For all her training and skill sets; stealthy, Kira was not.
"Woops," she winced from her landing spot on the floor between the boxes and bed.
Minho just rolled his eyes to loosen back up before continuing packing, "You're putting all that back."
"Yeah, okay, sorry," Kira was about to ramble before seeming to think better of it to ask what she came in to ask, "You don't seem too happy about the news, KitKat. But then again, neither did Dad. What up with this Beacon Hills place, anyway? I mean, I know we lived there once, but all I remember is Dad waking us up at some ungodly hour and throwing us in the car, Mom staying behind for a month to pack our stuff and sell the house, and we weren't allowed to keep in touch with anyone or bring it up, like, ever again. All of a sudden Mom wants to move back and won't tell us what's changed, prompting a fight with Dad, you're sulking more than usual, I can't find anything online about those damn 'animal attacks', and we're moving in the middle of the semester. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely hate it here, but who moves a month and a half before finals?..." Apparently she changed her mind about not rambling.
Cutting her off, Minho promptly started a tickle-war to change the subject, eventually admitting defeat after four blows to the head (two from his sister's head and two from nearby surfaces), two claws to the face, a shoe caught on the ceiling fan, and a heal to the taint. As dirty and clumsy as Kira fights, Minho knows she learned it from him when he catalogs her hair caught in his necklace, bruise on her elbow (maybe it was one head wound from her head and the other from her elbow), and the broken heal from her shoe lodged in a cardboard box. Luckily, for both of them, they were called down to dinner before round two.
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"What do you mean I have to come home? You can't possibly have been alone long enough to fuck up!" Thomas had to put down the gun he was cleaning down before he shot his phone in place of his sister. Holding his breath a little longer then necessary before letting it out, Thomas very slowly finished cleaning his gun and put it away, "What did you do this time Tes?"
"Hey, I didn't do anything this time. I didn't fuck anything up!" Teresa was getting more worked up from the other end of the line.
"Then why are you asking me to come home so soon after taking this case if it's not to clean up your mess?"
"Because this thing has killed ten people so far!"
"And?"
"What do you mean 'And?'?"
"And; we are hunters. Are you unable to determine the species based off those ten victims?"
"No, it's definitely a werewolf."
"Then why is my werewolf hunting sister crying to me about having not fucked something up instead of hunting a werewolf?!"
Teresa was clearly holding something back. Thomas knew her well enough to know when something wasn't adding up. She was one of the best at what they do and has never asked, let alone needed, help with anything. So why does she sound so off her game; almost scared?
"Things here seem to be wrapping themselves up faster than we originally thought, I'll keep you updated on when I can get back but even if things wrapped up right now, I couldn't even get back into the country for another two weeks," Thomas compromised. Something didn't feel right and he didn't like leaving his twin up to her own devices. She had a frightfully short fuse.