Ascension: Sins of Eden Part 40

The reception didn't end so much as spread out through the sanctuary. Judging by the werewolves' good moods, Seth thought it was probably going to be days before the pack stopped celebrating.

Summer and Nash had gotten married. The Alphas had a new baby. The world still existed.

All things considered, it was a pretty decent week.

Seth hung out in the pavilion long after everyone else had moved on to enjoy the party elsewhere. Voices were raised in song throughout the sanctuary, the surrounding valley, the whole d.a.m.n forest. It was a warm night. The waxing moon was bright, only two nights from full. He nursed another beer and watched the band continue to play for the few remaining couples on the dance floor.

"Well, today was some major fairytale stuff," Brianna said, dropping into the chair next to him. "Water breaking at the altar. Babies and marriage and happily ever after. Almost enough to make me throw up." She actually did look a little sickly. She pressed a hand to her mouth. "Maybe that's the beer."

"Probably the beer," Seth agreed.

Anthony staggered over. He hadn't had nearly as much to drink as most of the other wedding guests, but he also didn't have a werewolf metabolism. He pulled his suit jacket over his face and slumped in the chair. "Wake me up when I've already gotten through the hangover."

"Nice try," Seth said. "You're still doing at least a quarter of the driving back to Vegas tomorrow." They were taking Abram back with them, so they'd have four people to rotate out behind the wheel of the Chevelle. Not as bad, but still a long G.o.dd.a.m.n trip.

A responding groan rumbled from underneath the jacket.

"Let's just stay a few more days," Brianna said. "Are you in a rush to get back? I'm not in a rush to get back. Because I don't know about you, but I'm not in a hurry to take a cross-country trip back to hundred-degree weather."

Seth took a long, slow sip of his beer. They hadn't been planning to stick around for long. There had already been a few messages from prospective clients in the Hunting Club's new email-mostly from police departments needing consultations. Considering how new their business was, they should have been working hard, not taking days off before they'd started.

He did have a new nephew. It surprised him how little it hurt to see Abel and Rylie together now, especially since Abram had told Seth the truth of his parentage.

Seth had briefly considered making trouble over it, but the emotion just wasn't there. He wasn't bitter at all anymore. He didn't want to fight over Rylie with Abel ever again. That was the past, and Seth wanted to look forward to the future.

So a few extra days hanging out at the sanctuary, drinking with the pack, putting off work? "Yeah, sure," Seth said. "I'm easy. We can wait a little longer."

"I love you, Brianna," Anthony said, still under his jacket.

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up." But she was definitely blus.h.i.+ng as she stood up. She smoothed her dress down, rearranged her hair. "Even if we don't have an early morning, I think it's time to sleep. Can you help me drag Anthony back to the cottage?"

"No problem," Seth said. He was in such a good mood that he would have agreed to virtually anything, even a late-night swim in the snowmelt-flooded lake.

Together, they dragged Anthony to his feet and pulled his arms over their shoulders. They staggered down the path in a clumsy, drunken, six-legged race, although Seth was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn't nearly as inebriated as he had expected.

He helped Brianna dump Anthony in bed. They were all staying in the same cottage, so Seth's bed wasn't far away. He'd planned to sleep, too. But he felt too good to end the night yet.

Seth left them to sleep, returning to the forest outside.

He closed his eyes, tipped his head back, inhaled the scents of the sanctuary. He didn't need a werewolf's nose to pick up all the familiar odors drifting over the air. Pine and cooked beef and damp soil.

Although he'd moved to Las Vegas to help Anthony with the new Hunting Club and enroll in UNLV's medical program, the sanctuary was still home.

Nothing would ever change that.

It was getting quieter out as the hours grew later, but the band was still playing at the pavilion. Seth wandered back that way in pursuit of more beer. The lights appeared through the trees, as inviting as the warm glow of the moon.

Before he reached them, the band stopped playing a song halfway through and started something new-a slow version of "Fr Elise."

Seth pushed a branch aside to find that there was only one couple left on the dance floor.

James and Elise were swaying in time to the song with the practiced grace of professional dancers. Seth hadn't had any idea they were at the wedding. He'd never bought into Rylie's fear that they were dead, but his niece's reception was still the last place he'd expected to stumble across them.

He froze among the trees, watching them dance in stunned silence.

They both looked young, healthy, happy. The fact that they were alone didn't seem to be a problem, even though they easily could have danced for an audience.

James led Elise in a turn, and her gaze cut across the pavilion, through the trees, and landed on Seth.

Even at that distance, Elise's eyes flashed with a distant light that reflected universes, swirling galaxies, vast fields of stars. For an instant there was no iris or sclera or pupil-only infinity. Seth felt like he could fall into her gaze and never land.

She turned in James's arms again, and that glimpse was gone.

The dance slowed. He folded her in his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. They swayed in place.

Elise pulled James down to kiss him like they were the only people in the world.

Seth broke free of his reverie and strode toward them.

"Hey!" he began, not quite sure where he was going to go from there. There was too much to be said, too much to ask. He didn't even know where to start.

"What?" That response came from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Trevin lingering at the edge of the gazebo.

When Seth turned back, the dance floor was empty. The band wasn't even playing. They were packing up their instruments and looked like they had been for several minutes. All the cables had already been unplugged, the cello packed into its case, the microphone stands collapsed.

The only sound was the distant roaring of a waterfall, the laughter of werewolves in the trees, and a quiet breeze.

"You okay, man?" Trevin asked, easily hefting a keg with one arm.

Seth stared hard at the place Elise and James had been a few moments earlier.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine."

He was pretty sure that Elise and James were fine, too. Better than fine. But wherever they had gone, he doubted anyone would be seeing either for a very long time.

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