“Your wolves are acting up” Adam declared trying to push that invisiblestrand of hair from his forehead. He had gotten his coppery brown hair cut,which my father and grandfather had been demanding of him since last year.But boys will boys and I had no doubt that the sudden hair cut was becausehe found out the hard way that supernatural creatures don’t play fair.“No hello… no nice to see you Jill,” I pause and judge his appearance andlack of hurry now.“Not the monster wolves but rather the furry all year round wolves” Iquestion and gain a look for my troubles.Adam might be the only one to treat me half way human but that didn’t meanhe wasn’t going to treat me like I wasn’t his sister.“I swear Jeffery enjoys showing off his guns around the wolves” I can’t help but snarl.I ignored the widening of Adam’s green eyes while I hurry about saving andclosing my projects.I don’t turn furry, I don’t suck blood and I sure in hell haven’t become aZombie but just because I haven’t been classified as anything more then a‘body hopping soul’ didn’t mean I couldn’t become any of those things.“Gramps isn’t showing off… besides last time he promised he would shootthem” Adam hated the fact I enjoyed the company of wolves, all year roundwolves, to humans.That was generally why when my wolves acted up Jeffery Jackson wouldn’t be far away.It was my turn to give the look unlike Adam though I couldn’t keep theconcern from spreading across my features.The Jackson Irish/American roots couldn’t help but stand out in Adam, hiscopper red/brown hair was silky and when he wore it past his chin laid inwaves. His misty green eyes reminded me of the pictures of Ireland I had seenand his pale unmarred face sharpened and soften his high cheek bones.He was pretty enough for it to hurt.This goes to show that fate has one sick idea of humour, the only thing thatcould class me as a Jackson beside the name being added on would be themisty green eyes; beside that nothing!
For Adam’s pale skin I bore tanned skin, for his high cheek bones I had around lower face. For his silky mane I had unmanageable dark chocolate brown hair.Two peas in a pod we were never going to be.“Why are you here anyway, I doubt even you would race all the way backfrom,” I pause.Adam sighed.