Hailey’s POV“Hi, that’s mine. Mum, Isabella has taken my paintbrush again”. Conri was running towards me. At 2 years old, he looks more like a 5-year-old. Even with paint on his face, you could see the resembling figures of Serafino. Yes, that is right.You see the twins were a boy and a girl. Serafino was the father of our boy (Conri) and Brian was the father of our girl (Isabella). They were born 2 minutes after each other. They were the most beautiful babies, happy and content. We moved into the pack house after the birth of the twins.“But Mum, anty Rebecca said that he must clean up as she is taking us for ice cream”. Isabella was standing with the paintbrush in her hand and a bright smile on her face.“Isabella, give back your brother’s paintbrush and Conri go get cleaned you look a painting yourself.”I was in the kitchen making some sandwiches for the pack warriors that were busy training with Brian and Serafino.“Isabella, have you finished your riding, and have you brushed d