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

❦Twenty-Five❦

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"You sonofabitch!" Thea growled out through grit teeth. 

Her brown eyes darkened as they would whenever she was going into Hunter Mode. Her fingers were quick to swipe up a knife from the table in front of us and extended her arm in front of her to point the silverware to the man smirking back at her.

Thea sneered, "Give her back!"

"Ahhhh..." Evan raised a brow, shaking his head slowly. "Patience, Thea... Patience."

Yeah. I don't think any of us, especially Thea had any more patience after having spent the past seven years believing not only Maddox but Langley was dead as well. 

Evan kept his attention on my more-than-pissed cousin while Maddox suddenly spoke out. He frowned, shaking his head, "You've been keeping a Werewolf in our house?"

"Under it, Son. Under the house."

Maddox's nose scrunched, scoffing, "What fucking difference does it make between saying 'in' or 'under'!? My point is that you've been keeping one all this time!"

The father and son were now looking at one another; one with a calm, passive gaze and the other more irritated... betrayed.

"I had my reasons for keeping such information from you, Maddox. It was important."

"Why!?"

"Well because of this moment, of course," Evan answered, grinning even though his son's frown creased into more confusion. "I had to be able to keep the greatest ploy in Societal history to myself until the moment that I was face-to-face with the ultimate Advanced Hunter known to Pritchet Ray."

Maddox swallowed hard, looking at us for a moment then looked at his father again. He shook his head again, mentioning that all his life he only knew his father to be a writer and researcher for Supernatural beings. 

"I'd never actually thought they existed! Any of it!"

Evan pursed his lips, nodding slowly. 

"Yes," he agreed. "You didn't. And I needed you to believe so to keep you from wandering  to places in the house that you shouldn't."

From the miffed look on Maddox, I'd say he wasn't sure what to do or say about being kept out of the loop "all his life" about what his father was hiding. Instead, Maddox questioned what then was it that his father had to keep so secret.

Maddox's attention fell to his father's hand on his shoulder who urged his son to relax and hear everything out before anything brash was done. He glanced with a head tilt at Thea as he cracked a grin.

"This goes for you too, Thea."

My cousin's eyes narrowed, lip twitching into a curl. I could see that her fist tightened around the knife she held up, her hand shaking with the strain of keeping control until she let out an annoyed breath and dropped her arm to her side. Thea lifted her chin slightly, jaw clenched.

Knowing he had us cornered, Evan nodded with approval. "Good."

He moved to sit back down, crossing his leg over the other's knee and let his back rest against the chair in a relaxed posture. 

"As you're all aware by now, my parents have been my informants for most things. Mostly anything related to Maddox."

Evan paused, leaning forward to take a sip of the lemonade again. He let out a satisfied sigh and nodded to himself with his eyes closed. Much to our irritation, he took his time taking another sip then sat back again.