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

❦Thirty-Three❦

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Everyone was sitting in the living room of Aunt Penny's house. A few of us had to bring in the kitchen chairs to sit on while others resorted to sitting on the floor or the coffee table (although Aunt Penny scolded Easton to get off of it a few times already). 

We were all in a calm... quiet mood despite having dealt with Trent and the other mercenaries. 

Alpha Brown assured Dennison that he'd have the bodies of the mercenaries taken care of. He had already motioned silently to a few of his pack members standing nearby while directing this offer to the former alpha. The Weres walked off after nodding their acknowledgment. 

"We'll make sure no one finds them," Alpha Brown promised. 

Dennison's scowl was in place (as usual) as he gave a short nod and held out his hand to the alpha. 

"I appreciate your help earlier, Lyle. Thank you."

Alpha Brown's brows furrowed, shaking his head. "Nonsense. No need to thank me. I've learned from someone a long time ago," he pointedly gave Thea a look who grinned back up at him. "To help those who cannot help themselves. Or just need a hand every now and then," he shrugged that last part.

The trio looked around the lot, the bodies of those who had been killed being dragged into the forest while those who were injured were being looked at. 

Taking a deep breath, Dennison frowned, his gray eyes turning to look over where his sons were sitting so patiently on the porch steps. They sat watching everyone and every now and then Eli would have to look at little Maddie who pouted as he held up his popsicle that kept tucking into the wrapper. The older of the two brothers grinned a bit, inaudibly saying something to little Maddie while helping to peel the ice cream wrapper down more. 

I glanced at Dennison, seeing that worry in his eyes and I could understand why. Even though we didn't have to worry about Trent and these "so-called" mercenaries anymore, we did have to deal with the Council. And the raving Werewolf under their care.

I swallowed, frowning at the ground before trying to remind myself to let it go. That it wasn't my fault. It was just hard to accept that I didn't have anything to do with the poor soul who fell beyond insanity because of the mixture of my blood and whatever else was used. 

Alpha Brown turned, holding up his hand and nodded when his daughter called for him and then silently gestured that she'd be going with the others to take the bodies. He watched her go; Ophelia scowling the whole time. I figured it was because of the mention of her brother that no one else seemed to know about. 

"Is she going to be okay?" Thea asked, facing the alpha after Ophelia disappeared with the others into the treeline. Dennison held her closer, looking down at her before looking to the alpha for his response.

A heavy sigh escaped the older man. His face now showing how tired he was at his age and his shoulders sulked a bit. He weakly grinned at my cousin, shaking his head that his daughter would eventually be okay. Perhaps not now, but eventually. 

"She never knew about how Caleb died. She was very close to her brother when she was little up until he had renounced his title as the future alpha of my pack because he was going across the world to join a special forces team. It hurt Ophelia greatly. She loved her brother dearly and he understood her in a way no one else seemed to."