The Arizona heat beat down on me and my twin brother, Drake, the two out of four to runaway.
I know what your thinking 'runaway' well that's the only choice either that or be beaten by Diablo. Our father. Yes his name was Diablo, the Spanish word for devil. His pet wolf (normal wolf) was Diego, his wolf was sweet. His wolf (werewolf) was full of hate after his mate our mother died, leaving me, Drake, Felix, and Damian. That is why Diego is currently standing between me and Drake on the side of the Phoenix, Arizona highway with hoods over our faces because there was currently a dust storm. The worst one yet to be accurate. Why couldn't we have ended up in California. Not Arizona. We are from Mexico,where my other bothers have a 'search party' looking for us and Diego. But mainly Diego.
We are Mexican so we have a secret stash of pesos that our mother left us.
