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Disclaimer: I do not own 'Sky High', 'Charmed' or any other thing associated with Movies or Books, I only own the characters that never appeared in the movie & situations that you soon will start reading. This story is just a way to let my imagination go & for mine & the enjoyment of others, so, please DO NOT SUE ME. Even though I don't see any problem which will lead to federal charges, but if you do, I repeat, please DO NOT SUE ME!

WARNING!: This chapter contains underage drug use and suggestive content. Reader's discretion is advice! If you're younger than 18 turn around!

Quick Pointer! - The Hazel Halliwell in this story is gonna be the same Hazel Halliwell from SWTWC. Why you ask? because I really wanna see how the whole story turns out with, apart from the fact that she's a witch, a lycan all the while. Obviously, the situations are gonna be totally different from her background story. This Hazel has nothing to do with 'The Covenant'. I hope this clears any confusions something caused :D & if you keep reading you'll see how Hazel's background is.

Quick reminder, guys! I re-edited chapter 5 if you want to swing around and give it a once-over! Sorry, for the delays~ Enjoy the read and remember to leave a review!

Chapter 7: Dipping our toes

Hazel bit her thumbnail as her eyes were glued to the front door, she had been sitting at the bottom of the stairs listening to the clock tick-by. Her phone had buzzed multiple times, her gut telling her that it was probably Warren and using their homework as an excuse for them to start texting. Her fingers were itchy to text back, but she couldn't let her brother smell it on her; the bullying would never stop. The clock next to her marked ten minutes to seven and Hazel's stomach rumbled, Quinn was two hours late.

Heaving a sigh, she stood up and made her way to the next archway towards the kitchen. Everything was finally out of boxes and put away, Hazel didn't have the ability to stay still when anxious, so, she put it to good use. Opening the fridge, the teenager reached for the carton of chocolate milk and drank straight from it.

"That is very disgusting."

Startled, chocolate milk came rushing out of her nose making her almost choke on what was left in her mouth. Putting the carton back and slamming the fridge door shut, Hazel turned to her amused older brother on the other side of the kitchen island.

Snickering at his baby sister, Quinn, threw his bag on the table as Hazel tried to dry herself from the chocolate milk staining her clothes with one of the kitchen towels hanging from the refrigerator door.

"I hate it when you sneak in." Hazel grumbled before throwing a murderous glare, and the chocolate stained towel at her still giggling brother.

"You were paying attention to the wrong door." Pushing his dirty blonde hair back, Quinn Warg sat down from across his half-sister, though the 'half' was nonexistent between them. "You okay? Mom and I have been really worried about you since Chris called about the whole," Quinn gestured to all of Hazel in an exaggerated manner. "Science thing."

Hazel rolled her eyes at Quinn as she leaned back on the closed refrigerator door. "You mean the mutation." The word was finally coming out of her with some ease, though inwardly she cringed a bit.

Quinn visibly flinched at the word making Hazel roll her eyes at him, again. He threw his hands up in the defense and said, "You know how we're raised to think of them as lesser."

"And, Mom taught us to be better than that, Q."

"Yeah, I know, but you know how Grandpa likes to pressure me."

Hazel stopped glaring at her brother and really looked at him.

He looked like the same Quinn she knew and loved; his tan face was scruffy, just the way he liked it. His blonde hair seemed more groomed than usual. His blue eyes weren't looking at her green ones, like they tended to do when they talked to each other. Hazel's eyes narrowed as she caught something from Quinn's turquoise coins.

"What are you hiding?" She wasn't glaring, but her eyes stayed like slits as she watched her brother like a hawk. The question made his ears twitch, a tell-tale sign that he was holding something back. "Mom wouldn't send you just to keep an eye on me…" Her brain began to work itself around what her gut was telling her. "something else is going on."

Quinn closed his eyes for a few seconds, he had been dreading this moment the minute he set foot on the airplane. "Mom has been working really hard to stop the arrangement, H." Another pause, and this time his eyes found hers. Dread kept pooling in her chest, "But, Gran is not backing down on this. He's trying to start making the preparations go faster. He wants to break the news to you himself, he just doesn't know when."

Hazel stood frozen across from Quinn, the feeling of being cornered was something new for her. Crevan was suddenly very present in her mind, aware of Quinn's words. "He can't do this." Her eyes became swirling pools of gold, her voice got two-toned, "We will not be sold around like some bitch, Afi does not choose for us."

Quinn's own eyes swirled into silver pools, his Wolf aware of his sister's. "Something's going on H., we don't know why he's so desperate to make this happen. We need to dig around more."

Hazel was trying not to lose control of her temper, but the anger in her chest kept escalating along with her body temperature. "We're on the clock here, Q. If he won't tell his own daughter why he's doing this, and making this so airtight, then he's doing something really dangerous. He knows I know, and he isn't worried if I run, he'll find us."

There was a long silence, Quinn watched how steam rolled off his sister's body and Hazel tried to control her breathing.

"Mom thinks he wants to wait until you're… um…" Quinn squirmed uncomfortable with using the word while talking to his baby sister, "in heat."

For a second, Quinn thought that Hazel's eyes flashed red before going back into the intense gold of her Wolf. The kitchen began to get stuffy, sweat began to break across his forehead as Hazel looked like she was about to blow smoke out of her ears, quite literally. But her eyes watered even though she didn't shed no tears. In no time, Quinn was on the other side of the island and when he was sure she was cool enough, he crushed his baby sister to his chest. Hazel wrapped her arms around him, she wasn't going to break out crying.

Lycan bitches reached total maturity when they experienced their first Heat, usually between 16 and 21 years old. Their mom had always guessed that Hazel wasn't going to reach her Heat until she was 18, something her dad had no problem with.

"What happens if I Imprint on somebody before the wedding?"

The question had been spontaneous, half muffled by her face buried in Quinn's shirt. Her brother frowned at it, what a weird thing to come out of his sister's mouth. A 16-year-old girl who made fun with him about Lycan pups- her age- imprinting.

Quinn laughed, resting his cheek on top of her head while his arms were still around her. "What? You're going to force yourself to imprint on somebody? Stare at every Lycan in the eye and go," He broke their embrace to put his hand on his hip, wave his hand around and talk in a high-pitched voice not at all like his sister's, ", "Hey Gran, I already Imprinted on somebody, so, wedding canceled.'" By the end of his performance, the oldest of the two was in tears at himself.

Hazel couldn't help but laugh at how contagious his laughter was, as her brother doubled over, she kept giggling as she gave him a shove on his shoulder. "You're so weird."

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Quinn righted himself still chuckling. "I'm your brother, it makes us both weird. That was very accurate." Reaching for his sack, he rummaged through it, "Can we smoke in here, or do we take this outside?" A blunt of some very exotic Turkish flowers was being waved in the kitchen.

Hazel's eyes lit up, "The swing is on the front porch."

Quinn race his eyebrows, "Risky, not afraid of your Washington neighbors smell the Devil's lettuce coming from your porch?"

"The front yard is really big, everybody's walked their dog. We're fine." Hazel waved her brother's teasing away and lead them through the front door.

They settled down on one of her porch swings. Since, Hazel could remember, in every Halliwell property there was a porch swing for her made by her dad. There were always trees and wolves running up the sides; light, sweet smelling wood always meant safety. Before he settled down, Quinn patted his pants, "Fuck, I don't have a lighter."

Hazel stretched her hand out a bit to position it under the blunt on her brother's lips, and snapping her forefinger and thumb together making a small flame jump from the tip of her thumb to spark the end of the blunt. She felt her brother tense at the dancing flame before inhaling deeply.

As Quinn exhaled and settled back comfortably next to his sister, he couldn't wait to start asking her what every SciFi nerd would ask their favorite mutant superhero.

"Spill it." Hazel teased as she rolled her eyes, taking the offered blunt from her brother. "Your jitter-y leg is annoying the fuck out of me."

Quinn laughed, slinging his arm at the back of the swing as she took a hit of the blunt, "This is some random stuff that happens to you Halliwell women."

Hazel rolled her eyes while she exhaled, "You don't have to tell me about it."

"But, seriously, how are you coping? You keep telling everyone you're okay, when I can smell you're not. You put your family and friends in danger a couple of times, you've been pushed to a world we've laughed and scorned since we have memory and are expected to control it in a blink of an eye. If I were in your shoes, I'd be screaming every time I'm alone."

Hazel let the smoke come out from her nostrils; her stare fixed on the fireflies on the front lawn. The street was quiet, everyone in the neighborhood turned in for dinner or some family quality time, something she missed. "Who says I don't."

A silence passed between them as she took a long drag before passing it to Quinn, who stared at his baby sister understandingly, knowing perfectly well how the anxiety and pressure felt.

The silence dragged on between them, settling comfortably soon enough as they passed the blunt. Hazel kept thinking on how to tell his brother that she had Found her Mate and asking on how that could interfere with the arranged marriage without letting him think that she was making things up to bail on the wedding. Quinn would scold her on lying, their family were very into truthfulness; lying could cause great shame for your person.

"Is it cool?" Quinn's question was sudden and unexpected. Hazel turned to look at him questioningly as she took the blunt. "Shooting fire from your hands without being a Darkie?"

The question made her giggle, before becoming quiet, "There's something I haven't told you guys."

"Apart from what I just asked."

Hazel couldn't help but snort before taking a couple of hits from the blunt, stealing herself to tell Quinn about Warren. "He goes with me to Sky High."

Quinn choked on the smoke he was inhaling; he felt his lungs rattling as he coughed hard. He turned to look at Hazel through watering eyes, passing the blunt to her who looked back in concern.

Hazel kept hitting the blunt as her brother caught his breath. She hadn't noticed, but she was pretty baked, which meant that if Quinn started yelling zoning was not going to be a problem.

When Quinn finally righted himself, he whizzed out, "By Thor, I'm stoned." Hazel looked at his face and there was nothing that indicated disappointment or anger when he turned to address her to then burst out laughing. Hazel waited almost turning the blunt into a roach. Quinn reached to take two hits and turned it off on the wooden ashtray, still chuckling under his breath. "There are no coincidences in this world, Haze. Call it what you wanna call it, but this was meant to happen. You were never going to meet this kid if that Demon wouldn't have mutated you. I mean a magical creature created a scientific reaction in your very magical body that send you to the Super school. I mean, what are the odds?" Quinn smiled at his sister, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing affectionately.

Something in her chest lessened, and the warmth that came from Quinn's hand made her eyes water. "You know," Hazel started, "These kids aren't any different from us," At Quinn's snort she couldn't help but giggle, "Fine, maybe not so much on the whole Werewolf Royalty part and knowing more about the Natural Order of things, but they're trying to find themselves their own place and do their own thing regardless of who their family is. How many times have you argued with Grandpa and the Council because for you being Alpha is not an option in your plan of life? How many times have I fought to be heard in a community that thinks that mixed babies should be shunned? They're trying to write their own stories outside of their parent's shadows, isn't that what we constantly do?"

Quinn thought about his sister's words, their people had made sure to let him know what his place was, and what was it going to be, but for Hazel their people had made sure to never have a place for her if it hadn't been for their Grandfather, but as a Halliwell she could always find her place… He frowned as loose ends began to tie themselves in his head. "He wants to give you a voice, Haze."

"What?" Hazel was genuinely confused, watching Quinn turn the wheels in his head.

"He's trying to make you Beta, nobody will question you. You'll always have a place for the decision making in the Council, which you'll be part of. Marrying you off to the next Alpha would've made a lot of people angry, that's why all of this secrecy. Mom's against the whole thing because we're not in the 10th century, I mean, nobody practices arranged marriages anymore. This whole thing could've been done differently, maybe is a surprise to us all."

"Quinn," Her brother never had a good father figure, their grandfather was all he had known. So, the old man couldn't do no harm in Quinn's blue eyes. "It doesn't matter, he's going to enforce the whole thing on me, I don't get to choose. There's something else going on than just 'give me a voice in a pack'. Every pack has been against my existence since Mom gave birth to me. I know he's always had his best interest for us, but this is something bigger than giving his granddaughter a place for whatever she has among the packs. There's something else going on."

They stayed silent as the breeze blew through their blond hair.

Quinn took a deep breath before standing up and stretching. "Well, wanna roll another blunt and stay up watching Chernobyl again?"

Hazel rolled her eyes and smiled up at her brother, knowing the signs for when he was trying to dissipate the tension. "I have homework to do."

"As if you can't multitask."

Hazel fidgeted with the ring on her thumb as she walked towards Layla's porch for school. "You don't have to come with me."

Quinn stopped whistling beside her, "I just want to check it out, and kind of meet your Imprint."

Hazel cringed at the word, getting even more antsy as she stepped into Layla's plant covered porch. After a couple of knocks, Layla rushed out, shoving her stuff into her back only for it to unzip more and let what she just put in fall to the ground.

"Shit." Layla muttered before looking up at Hazel, "I'm sorry, I overslept."

Hazel crouched down and helped the redhead pick the rest of her stuff up.

"Oh crap, where are my matters?" Quinn said from behind Hazel and helped with the pencil case that had exploded open, rolling onto the porch.

Layla was confused at the sound of the unknown voice. Hazel threw her a quick glance and almost laughed when she saw the blush settle on her friend's pale cheeks as her friend took in her very Nordic looking brother.

"Quinn, this is Layla. Layla, this is Quinn." Hazel tried not to snicker at her blushing friend.

"H-hi!" Layla squeaked out righting herself up.

Quinn stepped forward next to his sister, handing the blushing redhead her pencil case, giving her a dashing smile. "Nice to meet you."

"We're late, let's go." Hazel chipped in and took the lead towards the bus stop.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Hazel." Layla commented as they caught up with the petite blonde.

"What?" Quinn took Hazel's other side and threw his arm over his little sister's shoulder. "You don't talk about me?" He pouted jokingly at the girls.

Hazel jabbed her elbow lightly onto his ribs, "Mind you, I've only been going to Sky High for a couple of days. There hasn't been much time to educate people on my family tree." She caught the little gleam of curiosity in Layla's brown eyes, her friend was practically bouncing to contain herself. "You can ask all you want, Lay. He likes the attention."

Layla didn't waste any time and started shooting, "Are you a Witch, too?"

Quinn had to throw his head back and laugh, he had never been asked before, even Hazel was giggling a bit. "I'm the most powerful at all."

Layla's eyes grew large in amazement, before Hazel corrected her brother. "He's not a Witch, he's full Lycan."

The Super-in-training frowned her brows in confusion. "Full?"

Quinn nodded, "Same mom, different dads."

A little bit of embarrassment got Layla blushing again, both Wolfs smelled the small spurt of hormones. "I'm sorry! You guys look very alike."

The siblings smiled at each other, before Quinn said, "It's Hazel's new look, so much shit about never going blonde, and look at her know. We look like twins!"

The girl's laughed at his enthusiasm, but Layla didn't want to intrude on family matters, afraid that she would ask the wrong question. She observed the siblings as they neared the bus stop, a familiar leather jacket catching her eye.

Hazel noticed too, and almost stopped in her tracks as her heart started pounding.

Warren Peace wore his usual leather jacket, his hair was up in a messy bun. He hadn't noticed the group since his earphones were in his ears and he had a far away look. Quinn was quick to notice how his sister tensed at the sight of the lone boy at the bus stop and could only guess who he was.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say he was a Lycan, too." Quinn murmured next to her ear, making her face get hot for no reason.

"Hey, Warren!" Layla exclaimed as they neared him, knowing how jumpy he got when he was caught off guard.

Hearing his name called over his music, he turned towards the little group, his eyes falling on Hazel before finding the arm that was slung over her shoulders and glaring at the blond man who it belonged to. Quinn saw his reaction and snorted out a chuckle.

"Morning!" Layla greeted when they were close enough, knowing the born pyrokinetic wasn't so keen on being caught by surprise. It was strange seeing Warren at the bus stop, knowing full well he had a car, and their corner wasn't his bus stop.

Warren caught the chirp through his music, but the hair in the back of his neck had started to stand up a couple of minutes ago, signaling that Hazel was looking at him. He was more than anxious waiting for the petite Witch, but he was taken aback when he saw she was accompanied by someone else apart from Layla. The familiarity between them set his stomach on fire, and the arm slung casually over Hazel's shoulder almost made the jealousy shoot out from his pores in flames. "Hey Lay." He grumbled as he turned towards the group, his eyes going for Hazel's.

As soon as their eyes connected the electricity ran through them, Hazel felt Crevan stir for the first time since their kitchen conversation with Quinn the night before. She shot him a smile, and a wave before starting the introductions, "Warren, this is my brother Quinn. Quinn this is Warren, he's helping me control the whole," A hand waved as she gestured dramatically in the air, "thing."

Quinn raised his brows, and with his arm still slung over Hazel's shoulder he turned to Warren, and stretched his hand towards the teen, "I really appreciate what you're doing for my sister. This is all new to us."

Warren dug his hand out of his pocket and shook hands with Hazel's brother. He could see the similarities; both had light eyes, but Quinn's were mismatched. Quinn's hair was blonde to the root, not like Hazel's dark ones, but the slim nose, the high cheekbones were the same. "No problem, anything to help." He let one side of his lips curl in an attempt to look less menacing, but it only helped with Hazel's urge of pouncing on him.

Another moment of silence passed as everyone noticed that Quinn wouldn't stop looking at Warren, who only raised an eyebrow in response.

Hazel shifted from one foot to the next as the two men stared each other off. "I don't understand what's going on."

Quinn raised a hand to motion Hazel to be quiet, "I'm assessing how much he knows."

His sister was quick to respond with a snort, "You don't read minds, what the hell are you really doing?"

"Holy shit," Quinn finally turned towards Hazel, his eyes wide and a taunting smile on his lips, "He doesn't know anything!"

The urge to smack herself in the face had become almost impossible to ignore, out of everything Quinn had to poke his nose in the touchiest part of the subject. "Can we not do this here? Now?"

Warren watched the two blondes from the slids that were his eyes, while Layla just stood curiously on the side.

"If this is really the Omega to your Alpha, then you need to get him informed." Hazel couldn't tell what was going on with her brother, but the kid was acting up. "I say you all play hooky and come with me." And, not waiting for anybody to say 'yes', Quinn turned, and began walking down the street back to Hazel's house.

Layla looked at the couple before glancing at Quinn's retreating back, "I think I'll actually learn more if I skip…" Looking conflicted with herself, the young redhead followed her friend's brother.

"I'm very confused, but should I be worried?" Warren asked when it was just the two of them, taking a step closer towards Hazel.

The petite young woman felt flushed right away, she could only think of her body against his. "I'm not really sure what my brother is planning. Layla is all for it, though, even if it means skipping." A chuckle escaped her lips catching a glimpse of the bubbly redhead almost skipping next to the towering blonde.

"Magic has always been more of her thing, I guess."

Hazel turned fully towards Warren, curious at the casual comment. "You've always known?"

The experienced pyro shrugged, "She doesn't hide anything from her friends. Will is not very…open with the whole thing, so I lend her an ear, maybe a hand sometimes."

At that, Hazel's eyebrows rose, and a small smile brightened her already radiant face. Warren returned the smile, and so naturally, placed a hand on her cheek and closing the gap between them, bend down to catch her lips in his when she met him halfway. It didn't take them long to deepen the kiss; Hazel slung her arms around his neck, Warren buried his fingers in her hair, cradling the back of her head. Crevan vibrated through her as something in Warren called out to the both of them.

Hazel was the first to break the kiss, breathless and flushed, "Do you want-" Warren interrupted her planting a soft kiss on her slightly swollen lips, she couldn't help but giggle before continuing, "Do you want to hang out and have a laugh while my brother makes a fool out of me?"

A wicked smile curled around Warren's mouth, jerking something in Hazel and making Crevan shootout a strong swing of hormones that almost made her tackle the 6'0" pyro. "Does he mind if we smoke?"

Her heart was pounding six miles per second, but she couldn't help but feel all giddy and horny. "He'll probably roll something as soon as he gets in the house." Still smiling like an idiot, she took Warren's hands and made their way to her house, hurrying a bit before the bus got to the corner.

The whole way, Warren stroke his thumb on the back of her hand and pulled her to plant kisses on her ear. It was making her feel so warm, finally in place. It was ridiculous, from family history Hazel had learned to never depend from a relationship, the chances of her Imprinting had been so slim that it had never been a possibility-now, this was completely bizarre, but so natural.

When they opened the door, Layla's laugh was trickling out of the kitchen. Hazel dropped her bag on the bench next to the door, and motioned Warren to follow suit. Just as she turned to make her way to the archway, a hand grabbed her wrist and pushed her right next to the archway her face pinned against the wall. The startling action arose something else in Hazel she had never experienced, being the domineer because it was obvious by Warren's smirk that he was fooling around with her as he pressed himself against her, one of his hands squeezing the back of her neck. "What if we sneak around?" His breath blew on her ear and she finally realized that her insides yearned for him.

Just as she was about to turn the tables, Quinn's voice came from within the archway next to them. "Maybe you should stop messing around with my sister before I rip your hands off."

Warren jumped away from Hazel, and looked around, swearing that Quinn spoke next to him. The smaller blond laughed while pushing herself off the wall, reaching over to the intimidated teen and squeezing his still hard member, "Takes more to scare you, huh?" He couldn't help but smirk down at her before stealing another kiss from her bruising lips. Hazel giggled and entered the kitchen with Warren following suit.

Quinn was glaring at the two accelerated teens as they took their seats next to each other on the kitchen island, "Some respect, please."

"It's my bad, I didn't think you were going to hear." Warren said sheepishly next to Hazel, his hand instinctively going to the small of her back.

Quinn rolled his eyes, and Warren noticed his movements; the tall blonde was rolling a second blunt. "I'm a Lycan, kid, not a Witch, I can hear how hard your heart is pounding."

It was Hazel's turned to roll her eyes as she gently slid off the table, Piper's 'host gene' kicking in. Warren watched as she opened her fridge to rummage through it, starting to take out different fruits, he was fast to help her taking the bundle from her hands so she could get some juice.

"Where are your plates?" He asked softly, settling all the assorted fruit on the sink and started rinsing them.

Hazel was a little taken aback and locking eyes with Layla told her that she was just as surprised. Setting the jug of orange juice on the center, she walked over next to the refrigerator and reached on her toes to open the cabinet displaying neat stacks of plates. Warren laughed a bit as had watched her stretch, making his way around to reach in, wordlessly tucked a stray curl behind her ear, Hazel cradled his hand against her cheek before kissing his palm. How could every contact feel so right?

"You guys are disgusting." Quinn broke through their bubble lighting the first blunt.

Hazel smiled against his hand before heading to cut the fruit, pulling a big clear plate from the cabinet underneath went to work on cutting the strawberries, mangoes and kiwis with some plums and cherries. Warren had poked around and found the glasses and set them down on the table as he took the passing blunt and settled down just as Hazel put the platter in the middle.

Layla had stayed in her seat observing the two, Warren had been her best friend for two years and the way he was acting… was very weird. The kind of gentleness he showed to Hazel was unseen by all of his friends.

Quinn clasped his hands together snapping the young mutant out of her thoughts. "Okay! I'm here to answer questions and guide my sister and her friends through what is up ahead, because if you decide to stick around," He looked pointedly at Warren before continuing, "you have to be forewarned."

Hazel had already started stuffing her face with fruit, her shoulders tense.

Warren noticed this from the corner of his eye, "Forewarned about what?"

"About not being a Lycan and Imprinting on a Royal Vargr, this implies a lot of things, my friend." Quinn explained inhaling from the blunt and quickly passing it to an attentive Layla, who looked surprised.

"Pass her." Hazel said as she reached over, only to be swatted away by her brother.

"She can say 'no', I mean, she smells like a plant. I would think weed is a territory she's quite familiar with."

Everyone looked at Layla, who stared back before shrugging and taking the blunt between her fingers. Warren laughed and reached over to push her glass of orange juice closer. The future heroine took her first hit smoothly, her second made her cough until her lungs rattled. Her expression changed drastically as it relaxed and her eyelids dropped a bit, "Wow, is this why you smoke all the time, Warren?" Her best friend couldn't help but chuckle at her stoned fascination.

Warren reached the offered blunt and inhaled, as he exhaled he answered, "Helps me to not burn everything to the ground." The quiet that followed his comment made him uneasy until Hazel's hand squeezed his knee under the table, she took the blunt from him, a calming smile directed towards him.

Quinn clasped his hand to turn the attention back to him, "Okay, I'm going to let you in on a lot of secrets of my kind. Hazel never talks about this side of her, but I think it's important for those her Charmed life tangles along with her." He said this with a teasing smile towards his kid sister, who in return blew smoke in his face. "Being a Lycan is a… very complicated thing. Underneath all of our skin there's fur and claws, and our Wolf's share our consciousness."

Layla had been hanging onto every word that came from Quinn's mouth, her own quick to shoot questions as soon as the oldest of the group stopped for a second. "You mean there's an animalistic consciousness sharing your space of consciousness? But, the brain can't handle that."

"We're not normal Werewolves, Lay." Hazel added quietly, drawing everyone's attention, taking one more drag of the blunt she passed it to her brother before continuing, "We come from a long line, the Vargr Line, who can be traced back millenias up to Loki's own wolf child, and his children."

Layla frowned, her head resting on her hands as her body began to feel heavy and at the same time light, "Loki?"

"Nordic mythology," Warren answered, drawing the attention to himself making everyone notice that he was staring at Hazel with a strange look on his face.

Layla giggled a bit as she took the blunt next, "Sorry, my mythology is a little rusty."

"It's not just that, Lay," Warren continued, his eyes glued to Hazel who didn't break with the intense eye contact. "They're saying they come from a line of Gods."

Layla was inhaling when her breath caught and her whole body convulsed in a coughing fit. Just as easily as it happened, she couldn't catch her breath, the sound of scraping and multiple 'are you okay?' flooded her senses. The kitchen began to spin. Hazel steadied her, and let her lean against her for a bit as she caught her breath. "Your Gods?" The redhead whizzed looking up at Hazel.

Hazel and Quinn looked at each other, the youngest sibling shrugged and answered her friend, "I mean, we're not regular Werewolves, that's for sure. We've seen some pretty gnarly stuff. If what our grandfather says is true, then we're descendants of some God-race. But, thinking about that fucks up with my existential issues." Hazel was trying to be as casual as she could, the blunt finally reaching her. "And, that's just on my mom's side of the family."

Layla had folded her arms on the table and laid her head there, her eyes squinting at Hazel trying to follow the conversation, "Aren't you, like, a Halliwell, too?"

"What does it mean to be a Halliwell?" Everyone turned to Warren, the rumble of his voice catching them off guard.

Quinn didn't miss a beat, and snickered, getting dirty looks from his kid sister, "Ha! You're sure in for a wild ride, my friend." The older man leaned into the counter and braced his elbows against it taking the blunt from Hazel. "The Halliwells are one of the longest line of Witches, not only that; her grandmother is a Charmed One." At Warren's blank look, Quinn rolled his eyes before taking his hits and passing it to Layla, who reached over slowly, as if scared getting a laugh out of the werewolf. "Take slower hits, like you're drinking from a straw." Layla followed suit, and he continued. "The Charmed Ones, her grandmother and her sisters, are one of the most powerful magical beings in this world. Individually, they're a force not to be messed around with. Put them together, and they can take this World out with a snap of their fingers. Don't get me started on her uncle."

Hazel was blushing by the end of Quinn's rant, the two super's staring incredulously.

Wordlessly, Layla passed the blunt to Warren, who without looking, took the offering and turned back to look at Hazel, her eyes still avoiding his. "Let me get this straight, not only are you a distant descendant from a Wolf God, but you're also a granddaughter to one of the most powerful creatures on Earth? Like, you're heritage makes you the most kickass girl on Sky High?" He couldn't help but tease her, prodding his knee with her, inciting her to look at him. He took one last hit of the blunt, and snuff the roach out.

He was teasing, but Hazel could feel Layla waiting for her answer too. "It's really crazy, but yeah. Sometimes, I can't wrap my head around it." She reached and snagged the baggie she had left on the counter, getting everything ready to roll another blunt, Hazel realized that for the first time she was opening up to people other than Quinn. Her whole being wanted to let them in. "I mean," Hazel stopped so she could add her air quotes, "being 'the most powerful lineage' always means there are enemies out there. Every day, there's a chance of a threat popping up. My childhood consisted of constant training, and being able to control my powers." Her hands worked nimbly as she spoke. The more words that soothed out of her mouth, the easier it got. "When I was three, I had a really bad nightmare and I blew up a part of my grandfather's estate… there were people in that wing…" Hazel passed her tongue to stick the tobacco paper together and with a flick of her thumb a flame jumped out from the tip sealed it. "Do you want to smoke this on the backyard?"

Layla jumped up at the suggestion, "Let's lie on the grass!" Her brown eyes roamed the table, and an idea popped on her head, "We could have a picnic!"

Hazel smiled at Layla as they both slid down from the pedestals. "We can do whatever you want, Lay."

Warren and Layla were quick to start gathering the plates and the juice, when Hazel motioned for them to stop, chuckling with Quinn, who asked, "Where are the blankets?"

"The closet next to the laundry room." Hazel answered as she swoosh her hand, her brow knitting in the process and right after glittering lights appeared and surrounded the contents of the table.

Layla stood right across from her with her mouth open, along with Warren.

The shocked Pyro snapped out of the initial part of it and ask, "What was that?"

"You're a Whitelighter, too?" Layla asked, her shock turning into amazement. "Of course! You're grandfather is a Whitelighter, you're father is half Whitelighter, half Witch."

Hazel was amazed of her new friend, and how much she knew after probably living around equations and scientific reasoning. But, hey, who was she to speculate on somebody else's life? Everyone who was magical knew about her family history, and linage, no problem there; it was the raw curiosity and wonder behind her big brown eyes. The young Witch like that in people, Crevan too. As the iris of her eyes swirled into the glowing yellow of her Wolf, Hazel told her friend, "I'm so mixed the orbs don't know what color to be. Come on, I wanna see with what questions you can come up."

Layla smiled at Hazel, walking around the island until she reached the blonde teen. Taking her warm hands in hers, looking into her yellow eyes she said, "You are wonderful."

Quinn still stood at the head of the island, the scene moved him to his core. He knew his sister had never had a true friendship, always too mixed that the kids her age maintained their distance. He could feel that it was the start of an honest friendship.

Warren couldn't help but smile at the two. It was all so bizarre, but at the same time things felt as if they were falling into place with the appearance of this small blonde person who held so much power that it was scary and enticing. He wanted to know every side, every corner, and have her all to himself.

"Hey, kid, stop looking at my sister like you want to devour her while I'm here." Quinn's voice broke every one from their little moments.

Hazel turned blushing, and locked eyes with Warren who stared back at her with a sheepish smile. The smile tugged something in her that made her realize that she had to get it over with before anything else, he was being very open and accepting about her weird hybridity. But, telling him about all the things they were feeling might be too much. Just thinking about it made her palms sweat.

Layla giggled before softly breaking contact with Hazel and following Quinn out of the kitchen. He almost turned fully until he noticed his sister and Warren weren't following. Peeking back, he caught his sister's eyes and tried not to laugh at her slightly panic.

"You guys coming?"

"Yeah, I just need to talk to Warren for a sec."

Quinn's eyes widened, understanding easily the theme of their conversation. Making a pained expression towards Warren, he broke out laughing before waving at his sister and disappearing down the hall to the backyard with Layla.

A silence began to form when the other two disappeared out of sight. Hazel waited until she heard the smack of the screen door falling into place before turning fully to Warren, who was leaning comfortably against the fridge staring patiently at her.

"Is everything okay?" Warren had to break the silence, Hazel technically said 'we have to talk'. Those conversations were his least favorite; his heart was slamming unnaturally hard against his ribcage.

Hazel smiled up at him, and placed her hand right on top of his erratic heart. "You don't have to be nervous, I'm about to shit bricks."

He didn't hesitate to frame her face with his hands and caress her cheeks with his thumbs, not knowing how calming the sensation was for the Hybrid. "What is it, Hazel?"

Gulping a bit, she finally opened her mouth, "I bet you've wondered why all of the sudden we just want to bang out brains out every time we lay eyes on each other? Why we seem to be orbiting around one another?"

Warren felt the heat of his body rise involuntarily, making the surface of the cool fridge steam up, something Hazel noticed right away. "This isn't normal." Everything was so sudden He had an inkling, deep in his gut.

"Every wolf mates, be it supernatural or not. For Lycan's, though,it's beyond that." Hazel struggled to explain something that in her culture was completely natural, she had never thought of explaining the Marking to a non-Lycan. "The Marking is the recognition of a mate, not the choosing." Warren's brow was frowned as he took in her words, conscious that she was talking soft and slow, as if he was a scared animal she was trying to calm. "Crevan sensed something, and recognized it." Her eyes began to swirl to Crevan's glowing yellow, "Something in you called out to her, to us." Her voice began to sound as if two people were talking. "You're our Beta."

The intensity of her stare was melting something inside him. "Beta?" He tasted the word, his whole body tingling.

Hazel was slowly closing the small gap between them, "It's a weird logic, but I'm a Lycan; I'm Alpha." The smile was changeling, teasing. "Doesn't matter in how many lifetimes, we'll find each other." Was that too much?

Warren stayed looking at her lips, something in him stirring towards her. "This is… beyond us. This is really intense." He didn't pull away from her, his body heat still rising.

"You can turn away, it won't be easy, but I'm not going to make you stay." Crevan was coursing too close to the surface, for Hazel's own good. Something in was Warren acting as if he were the Moon and them the tide.

Warren trailed a hand down her side before reaching back to the small of her back, and pulling her against him. This whole side of her was something completely new to him, one thing was helping Laylay during Sabbats, and with altars, this on the other hand; actual Werewolves and Witches threw him a bit off the loop. He could handle it.

And, as if she was reading his mind, she said looking him straight in the eyes, "Halliwell women are not easy to handle, Warren. But, I'm not just a regular Halliwell woman." Her eyes never wavered, but in the end her voice shook, and Warren caught it.

He never broke physical contact with Hazel as he trailed his hands up to cup her face, letting his own dark eyes burrow into her blazing yellow ones. "This is all new, I won't lie about that… I can't just ignore how I feel, because let me tell you something," Warren then, gently pushed her cheeks in, so her mouth would pucker out. It all send her into a fit of giggles, making him smile down at the beautiful blonde. Everytime he tried and did the same thing to Susie, she would just get mad and slap his hands away, annoyed. But, here was Hazel, blushing and laughing at the gesture in between his hands as she squirmed around. For the first time since he met Hazel, since he met anyone, he kissed her deeply taking the Witch by surprise. When he pulled back, he didn't leave much space between them as they mingled in their breathlessness. "I want to learn everything that is you." Warren Peace really meant it, he was decided in ending it with Susie. This was all new and all of the sudden but his gut was telling him to follow the blonde Witch to the ends of the Earth.

Those stupid words felt like something was making her glow from the inside out, before crushing her lips onto his. Is this what her parents feel every time they touch? Why her Mom sometimes looked at her Dad as if he were the Moon? Is this why her Mom acted like she was in Heat all the time? Because it all made sense now.

By the time they broke away, the two pyros were steaming up the kitchen. Both so into each other that neither noticed the flames that seemed to dance underneath Hazel's skin, she felt something but ignored it for the sensation of Warren's lips on hers.

A loud 'Holy shit!' startled them both, Hazel didn't mean to but she ignited completely, her whole body was engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds, blinding herself. All she heard around was the scuff of shoes against the tiles and people shouting over the roar of her flames.

"Hazel! Are you okay?!" Quinn sounded frantic. "What the fuck are you doing to her?!"

That's when she noticed that Warren was holding her in place because of his hands on her shoulders.

"If she moves, the house is going to catch fire! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Next thing Hazel knew, she was hit by a cold, dry blast. Quinn was using an extinguisher to blow out her flames, she really didn't like the chalky substance being shot at her. But, it did the trick. Hazel opened her eyes to find her brother, Layla, and Warren looking at her. Scorched marks and soot had formed on the spot she was standing on.

Looking back at a panting Quinn, he said, "Bitch, you were fucking glowing right before you caught on fire."

Layla was still standing at the archway to the kitchen, her mouth slightly agape, "That was pretty cool."

Hazel was still really confused, but the only thing that ran through her head was, 'Dad's going to kill me' when she caught the damage she made to the kitchen.

"You really need to control your flare." Quinn made an exaggerated gesture with one of his hands, annoying his sister a bit more.

"You startled me!" The blonde grumbled as she kept assessing the damage done to the floor.

"What the fuck?! Aren't you supposed to have nerves of steel? You Halliwells get surprise attack all the time!"

"This isn't the Manor, Quinn!" Hazel exclaimed before stomping out of the kitchen and heading to her bathroom to get the drying substance off of her.

When the blonde Witch left the kitchen, the rest looked at each other , all still startled, too.

"Extinguishers are really annoying, you know?" Warren casually commented to Quinn.

"My sister was on fire, dude."

"That's what she does…? She's a pyro." Layla shipped in from her spot, "I think I'm going to go with Hazel." The last part was more for the stoned redhead as he went up the stairs, leaving the two males behind.

Quinn still seemed jumpy as he put away the extinguisher, "Does it happen often?"

"The spontaneous combustion?" Warren was assessing the damage Hazel accidentally did to the tiles, and the spots that the heat and the flames had reached. "She's still new to all of this, her nerves are pretty touchy and with her power being so sensitive; she'll have a couple of accidents."

"Is she okay?" The question took Warren a little bit back, and looking up from his quick inspection, Quinn's concern was obvious throughout his face and his body language.

The question was a hard one to answer, it made him even tense up a bit. "She has a lot going on right now, but I think she's handling pretty well."

A fond smile stretched on Quinn's face, making the similarities between his kid sister and him more obvious, "She's a really strong kid, just like an Alpha Female." Suddenly, his eyes turned sharp, his expression completely changing, "So, did she give you 'the talk'?"

Both men chuckled at the little joke, "This is all…" Warren struggled to find the word, "I mean, it's all really new, and really weird. I didn't believe in werewolves until Hazel showed up. Should I be worried for Full Moons?"

That got a laugh out of Quinn, "Let's just see if you get through this week."

The comment made Warren's brow frown. "What do you mean?"

"The New Moon starts today."

A/N: here it it, 17 pages of chapter 7. I'm so sorry it took me forever, really need to work on my discipline as a writer . & i'm really sorry for my irresponsibility T.T hope you enjoyed this chapter. remember to r&r! i'm already working on chapter 8 so don't fret, my darlings~