[center]A week passed quickly after that. Kieran and Ryanair juggling their duties with ease and little difficulty.  Isabela and Esther visited when they had time, the kids staying over more often than not. Wolff had taken a look at Sena and had instructed both daughter and father to remain still and in bed. Winter had come and with it, the people milling around the streets lessened. The nights were chilly, the mornings were frigid and numbing. 

The trouble came when a strange feeling filled Kieran as he read to the kids. His eyes blinking as if it clear them, his pace never slowly as he focused on the feeling. It wasn't from the bonds he shared, it was distant and had him straightening from his reclining position on the couch. None of the kids noticed as he kept reading, Ryanair however lifted his head and stilled. 

Something wasn't right. 

After the end of the story, both vampires had the children get ready for bed. Once teeth were brushed and clothes changed into pajamas, they were settled into bed. The bedroom the kids were in was in between both of their rooms, a safety measures to ensure they were protected.  

The screams began around one that night.

 Kieran and Ryanair jolted awake at once, the elder rising from his bed and moving towards his bedroom window. Orange-red flames met his gaze, with little thought he changed into a pair of clothes and moved out of his room. Ryanair met him in the hall, his eyes alter and clothed in warm layers. Both turned to the front door and moved down the stairs, opening the doors they were immediately met with frigid air. Snow had fallen during the night snd with it, the flames seemed glow yellow. The town was in flames, the feeling that had filled him dropping his stomach. Kieran hissed and turned on his heel, Ryanair keeling him to halt when a smell met his nose. 

Wet-dog. The snarl that filled the air had the blonde fledgling spinning to aim a kick upward, a pained whine filling the air. The doors were shut and both were in the kids room, shaking them awake with desperate urgency. When the kids were up and dressed, both male's bundled them up and moved to their separate room. Packs clothed and kids in hand, Kieran released a breath and called for Esther and Isabela. His bond unconciously reaching for Clara as he led their group down and into the study. 

The sound of shattering glass and angry snarls filled the air. Both male's held their charges and moved to the far window, Ryanair holding a lit stick in hand. “Close your eyes and don't open them until we say, alright?” Kieran advised the children, his mind frantically searching for any other way out of this. The sound of spluttering wood had his head snapping up, a hiss escaping his lips. 

“Now!” Ryanair shouted as the door gave way and two slender figures lurched into the room. Eyes blazing and hackles lifted, Kieran turned and kicked the wall behind him. The frigid wind lapped at their faces as they took off, the shrieks and howls of pain behind them fading as they moved away. Their house dancing in flames just like the rest of the town, werewolves had found them. 

What else could go fucking wrong?[/center] 

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