"Ian? Is that you?" Luna asked, doubt seeping into her voice. I let the end of my stick hit the ground. I leaned my head back so I could whisper into Luna's ear. "I don't think that's Ian." Then two guys stepped out from the trees. The same two guys we were drooling over in Starbucks. Brown haired God and Black haired God. ------------------------------------------------------ It was always Luna, Angel, and Ian against the world. One day, Ian was out at 'some stupid Cotillion' as Angel would put it. When they head to Starbucks, some weird guys stared at them... And when they head home the same guys KIDNAP them! Werewolves? But they are just in story books...