1) sorry the storyline is going so slowly, it should speed up soon.

2) Okay, so now we're back to the present? So when they find the hideout. (Sorry it's out of order, I'm not quite sure why I wrote it this way aha)

ALEXANDER'S POV

Maria pulls at my shoulders, but I shrug her off and stand my ground.

"Alexander, stand down. There's no need for violence, don't panic, we're not here to hurt anyone." Martha cautiously steps closer, hands in front of her as thought displaying her innocence.

Rule 1: don't trust anyone.

"Alexander, please; we can help you. You don't have to protect them, we can get them somewhere safe. Just come with us." Martha pleads.

Rule 2: don't get attached.

"Son- take down your guard, we aren't here to fight. Stop pushing everyone away."

Rule 3: don't believe their lies.

"Alexander please! They're not here to take them! They want to help, they told me! I promise!" Maria cries, but I don't turn to face her, instead keeping my eyes locked on the couple in front of me.

Rule 4: don't be manipulated.

"'Xander this is enough, I know you want to protect us but you can't keep doing this- you're going to destroy yourself. Stop." Laf commands in his thick French accent.

"No, I don't think I will." I growl.

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(TiMe SkIp brought to you by bagels. I just love bagels guys)

I am still stood between the Washington's and my pack. I haven't let my guard down since they arrived- I can't.

"Alexander this is enough. Son, we-"

"Don't call me son." I growl.

"Alexander, we don't know your past, but we might understand if you tell us-" George tries.

"Oh no you don't. Stop right there. Hold that damn thought. You haven't had to live as though you're below everyone else, have you? Had to hide for your WHOLE LIFE afraid of what's around the corner?-oh no. No, you can walk around the park like a free man, not have anyone staring at you. But me? Ha. I'd be spat on. You don't know what it's like to lose your WHOLE FAMILY BEFORE YOU'RE BARELY CAPABLE OF CARING FOR YOURSELF, DO YOU?! NO! EVER HAD TO PROVIDE FOOD AND CARE FOR CHILDREN WHO HAD TERRIBLE STARTS IN LIFE, DIGGING IN TRASH AND FISHING OUT HALF EATEN MOULDY SANDWICHES FOR THEM- WHILST GIVING UP EVERY PIECE OF FOOD THAT YOU WERE GOING TO EAT? NO?! THERE'S A SURPRISE. YOU HAVE A LOVING WIFE, A HOUSE, CLOTHES, EVEN FOOD FOR GOD'S SAKE! SO DON'T YOU GO SAYING THAT YOU UNDERSTAND." I scream, all of my anger surfacing.

They both stare at me, slight disbelief on their faces.

"Alexander, take a breath. Breathe, son." George commands softly.

I breath shallowly, before beginning to sob and falling to my knees.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt them-" I mutter as George quickly kneels next to me and hugs me gently.

"Shh. Shhh now, son. You need rest, come home with us."

He gently picks me up, and I don't resist.

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(TiMe SkIp brought to you by a half loop stitch on china silk)

George and Martha have rang a few of their friends to help with the cubs and me, so we're all currently sat in their house- the kids getting a decent sized meal. They tried to offer me food, but I refused, I'm not going to be staying here long- might as well save their food for themselves.

"Alexander, please, at least have some cereal or toast. You need to build some strength." Martha pleads again, and I do feel slight guilt at the desperate expression on her face. I shake my head, very on edge after my outburst. No one has mentioned it, and I'm very happy about that.

The door opens, and a group of people walk through- but I can't see their faces as I'm in the other room.

"Alexander, can you come here for a second sweetie?" Martha calls, and my breathing automatically speeds up. I stand and creep over to the doorway. I peer my head around, seeing the same people from before. I immediately turn and keep my back to the wall, panic slowly building at the thought of more people.

"Alexander? Alex, sweetie, where are yo-" Martha asks, her voice getting louder as she moves closer; before seeing me and crouching next to me.

"Oh Alexander, it's okay. They're nice- I promise. Here, we'll go slowly." She grabs my hands and gently pulls me to my feet. We walk into the hallway and I start to step backwards, that is until Martha wraps her arm around my waist to keep me stationary.

"Guys, I know you've all met Alexander- but it wasn't in the best scenario. Now, Alex is very protective of the other hybrids so if anyone wants to touch any of the hybrids please forewarn me or George." Martha explains matter-of-factly.

They all nod, going to walk into the room where the rest of the hybrids are. I quickly slide in front of the door and press my body against the frame, denying anyone access.

"Alexander, remember, they won't touch them. Let them through." Martha says sternly but her voice still holds warmth and care. I don't move, having a silent debate with myself. Martha asked me to move again, and I still remained stationary.

"Alexander, let them through, son." George commands gently, and this time I comply. I follow all of them into the room (where it happened-) and they sit on the couch. Lafayette approaches the large, muscular man whilst Maria sits next to the girl dressed in blue.

"Alexander, would you like them to introduce themselves?" Martha asks, but it's more of a signal for the group to begin.

"I'm Eliza. I volunteer at the food shelter, and have two sisters." She smiles kindly.

"I'm Hercules, I own the tailor shop a little ways a way, and I'm originally from Ireland." He informs gruffly. Laf moves closer until he's perched under Hercules' arm. Hmm.

"I'm Vanessa, I speak Spanish, work for George and I also work near John." Vanessa hums, and when she informs that she speaks Spanish I see Usnavi perk up. He looks to me and tilts his head slight. I nod once to him and he walks over to the woman, sitting near.

"You already know us, but we'll introduce ourselves anyway. I'm Martha, I love wolves, cereal and I'm married to George." She half jokes and I laugh silently.

"I'm George. I own a newspaper and I love my very sassy wife." He sticks his tongue out at her and I chuckle silently once more.

"And I'm John. I work for George, like birds and I just really love bagels." The freckled one speaks, and I find myself being drawn in by his features.

He's beautiful.
Not that it matters though.

"Alexander, May we speak with you for a moment?" George calls.
I walk out into the kitchen and they're both looking at me with unreadable expressions.

"Alexander we can't keep all of the cubs here, we have a few friend-" by now I'm already growling and have backed up.

"They're nice people, Alex. They'll care for them better than we can." George reasons but by now all I see is red.

They're trying to take my family away.