OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

❦Four❦

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Every year there is a gathering, and I keep telling myself that the purpose of it is to celebrate the lives of those we lost that day four years ago. Or at least that's what Alpha Brown would point out to us when giving the welcome toast at dinner. 

We lost quite a handful of Weres that day, but for us---though we still offered condolences to those others lost---it was Langley and Maddox that made that day so painfully significant. 

Particularly for Easton and Thea. 

Over the years, Thea has managed to deal with Maddox's death. She never acted like he never existed, but she lived like he had wanted her to. Happy. Which she was with Dennison and her boys. 

The difference between Thea and Easton on how they have handled what happened four years ago... is that one of them embraced the support of others in order to heal while the other chose to shut everyone and anything out. 

I could see Thea at the moment with Dennison bending down to kiss the side of her head as he held her close to him. They were both watching their boys run around chasing other children. Sitting near the parents were Mr. Dennison and my Aunt Emeel. My aunt was seated on her lover's lap with her arm around his neck as they both smiled adoringly at their grandchildren and the other pack children. 

It should be weird that my aunt is in a relationship with Mr. Dennison---her late husband's best friend---who also happened to be a Werewolf; the Supernatural creature Aunt Emeel had been brainwashed to annihilate since she was able to walk. Oddly enough though, my aunt wasn't normal herself. 

She was a Hunter---Ex Hunter, if you will---and had fallen in love with a human who had befriended a Werewolf to begin with. Then there was my aunt's odd ability to see things of the future by touching people. The only exception to her gift was Dennison, though, who my dad and aunt explained had an aura that was eerily strong at one year old. 

I think what probably made the whole idea of who my aunt fell in love with even more odd was that her very own daughter fell in love with a Werewolf. And to be honest, it really didn't seem that odd since we were a pretty dysfunctional ass family to begin with anyway. 

My point is that the rest of my family was here with the other pack members running around, talking, laughing... the works. Even Violet, Jonah, and Valentine were present and accounted for. 

You know who wasn't?

Which is why I found myself weaving through the crowded pack grounds, a small smile tossed to a few I passed by in greeting, until I was out of the sea of celebratory Weres. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes taking in the busy noise of laughter and happy chatter and then faced ahead of me to the more secluded part of the grounds where it was outlined with trees. 

It was more quiet, more calm. Though I knew that the Werewolf inside those woods was probably anything but. 

Scrunching my nose, I groaned as I kept telling myself that I was insane for even thinking of entering those woods alone. Either way, my feet moved me forward, past the treeline and the gathering noise started to fade the more I made my way in. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped under my sneakers which were the only sounds that surrounded me as I kept attention down at the ground. 

Don't ask me how I knew where he was. I just had a feeling it would be in the one place he'd be able to reunite with his twin. 

I stopped at the short black gated cemetery that had a crooked gate door leaning on its last hinge. My eyes wandered over the handful of marked graves until spotting, at the very end of the cemetery, the red flannel and blond hair that belonged to Easton.