"Sis, we really shouldn't be doing this," you pleaded, grabbing your sister's sleeve. The spotlights surrounding the illegal street race made stealth difficult, and you knew security would be everywhere.

"So why did you get the information for this event if you didn't want me to go?" your sister, Hanna, asked over her shoulder, before peeking out from behind the dumpster where they were hiding. "Who did you get it from, anyway?"

You didn't answer and pulled your hand away from Hanna. This caught your sister's attention, and Hanna turned, hands on her hips. You looked down and kicked at the gravel. "Sis?"

"It's not important."

"Answer me."

"...White."

"That bastard?" Hanna grimaced. "Sis... fuck, we'll talk about this later." She looked back at the dumpster. "Go home. This is my choice."

"Hanna? Hanna! No-Hanna!" You tried to catch up with her, but you couldn't. You watched Hanna sprint across the street, her little ponytail swinging behind her. Anxiety hit you. You didn't want to be alone. You didn't want Hanna to get into trouble.

Your feet moved before you could stop yourself, and the next thing you knew, Hanna was trapped in the arms of a man with long blue hair. He called Hanna his girl, inclined his head to the well-dressed security guard, and ran off. Oh no.

Hanna looked at someone else, and the world seemed to tilt. Did Hanna feel it? The rumbling in her gut, the breath catching in her throat? Another blue-haired man stood beside him, his eyes a bright, curious Persian blue. Sharp, feline, intrigued, as if examining potential prey. And another stood beside you, brown hair tied back in a long ponytail, eyes a brilliant, cold gold. Sharp as knives, judging your potential.

The movement of the men in suits and headphones caught your attention. Oh, no. You turned, but didn't run. If you did, it would look suspicious. Still, you needed to get out of there. You could worry about Hanna later.

You hated large groups of people. You dressed in black and dark purple; you knew how to blend into the shadows and disappear into the crowd. However, you had already been seen. None of that would help you here.

A hand touched your shoulder, and another gripped your waist, pulling you around, and you obeyed without resistance. You tried to look innocent, but you probably sounded meek. You had seen Hanna being dragged away by who you assumed was the man Hanna longed for. If it weren't for that, you would have believed any of your brothers could flash a charming smile and get away with murder.

You've been proven wrong on every count tonight.

An arm wrapped around your shoulders, another around your waist, and you stiffened. With a nervous glance, you realized the beautiful blue Persian cat and the beautiful golden-eyed tigress from before had come to rescue you.

"She's our girl." That piercing look from Viole. The security guards nodded and left.

You knew better than to think you'd get out of this unscathed.

"Come with me," Khun said, and Viole dragged her prey to hide behind a van that you were sure had transported every motorcycle you'd seen. He let go, but they both invaded his space. Your back hit the side of the truck.

"You could have gotten yourself into big trouble," Khun said lightly.