My name is Audrey. I'm a beta, unlike my twin brother, who's an omega. He's always been seen as more delicate than me, the beta sibling. Our parents encouraged my strength, praising me for always stepping in when my twin was bullied. But honestly, I think it just made him dependent. And I, the one everyone expected to be strong, could only force a smile and internalize that this was my duty as the older sibling – even though I only beat him into the world by two months. Isn't that a strange thought? Twins, but two months apart? There is something even strange. We both have black hair, Sheryl and I, but our eyes are distinct. Mine are green, mirroring our father's, while Cyryl's are a glowing yellow in moonlight, resembling our mother's. Neither our brown-haired father nor our golden-brown-haired mother has black hair. When I was younger, I didn't dwell on the weirdness. I just didn't grasp it. Everything changed one day when a group of men appeared at our doorstep. Without thinking, I grabbed my twin brother and ducked us out of sight. Then, two men entered – they were identical, twins, and carried an air of authority. We could hear the shouting start, a heated argument erupting between them and our parents. Who were these men? What was it they wanted from us? What fate were we facing? And just what exactly had our parents been keeping from us all this time?