A/N:

Welcome to the third and the last story in my Wolves in Washington series. I plan for this story to be about 2 to 3 chapters long. So a pretty short story to wrap up the series. The story is Seth and Davina focused and everyone may or may not hate me for this.

*Also, I edited but I may not have caught everything, so sorry for any errors.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.


When she steps into William Fairchild International airport, Davina gets the most eerie feeling. It hits her like a ton of bricks and she stops for a moment, ignoring the little voice calling up to her as she does so.

The last time Davina was here, in Washington, she was sixteen years old and a child. She was entering a world full of crazy people with crazy convictions, accompanied by a woman who handled it all with as much grace as possible.

Now, Davina was twenty-five and a woman. She was again entering a world full of crazy people and their crazy convictions. But it was different this time. Now she was the keeper and she was in charge of protecting a little girl. Davina could only hope that she could handle all that she was more than likely going to be dealing with, with as much grace as Leah had.

"Auntie D, where are we?"

Davina looked down at her niece, a small girl with a head full of dark brown curls and wide brown eyes with long black lashes that looked like ink marks across her light brown skin, and plastered on the best smile that she could.

There was that feeling. Again, it slams into her but she can't succumb to it right now. No matter how hard everything feels.

And it is unbelievably hard.

"Washington, remember? We're going to see Grandma Sue and Papa Charlie at their house."

"We haven't before."

"No, we haven't but now we are and they're going to be very happy to see you."

It's an understatement. How much of one? Davina was not quite sure yet. She'd find out soon though.

"I'm happy to see them too!"

"Well as soon as we grab our luggage and pick up the rental car we go see them."


When the pair arrive at the Swan residence in Forks, Sue and Charlie are already standing on the porch. Well, Charlie is standing on the porch. Sue is running down the steps and headed towards the car before Davina has even parked. When the car is parked, Davina is almost instantly short one passenger.

"Kit, my sweet girl!" Sue shouts as she scoops the little girl up and out of the back seat.

She hugs the child close to her chest and buries her face in her hair, inhaling deeply. Sue has heard the child's voice during short phone calls with Leah once a week and has seen her little face during skype calls but physically? Physically she hasn't seen the child in months. Now she's in her arms and Sue feels as happy as she's ever been since her daughter's death.

Leah is dead.

It hits Sue hard and she hugs the child even closer to her chest.

"Grandma! Grandma! I can't breathe!" Kit mumbles in her grandmother's arms. Sue let's go a little but still hugs the girl close.

As Davina gets out of the car, Charlie finally leaves the porch. He comes to stand beside her. The two stand together and watch Sue and Kit, the grandmother enthusiastically ask her granddaughter all sorts of questions about any and everything. The little girl answers back just as enthusiastically.

Davina smiles at the scene. Kit has spent the last couple of weeks sullen and unhappy. Davina couldn't blame her, the child lost both of her parents. Made an orphan in one day. But, now she was smiling. A little happy.

The smile falters, Davina knows that this isn't going to be easy. Charlie spots the look on her face and nods knowingly.

"Sue is…" Charlie starts quietly, not quite sure how to articulate what he's trying to explain to Davina.

"She wants Kit here with her. I get it, I really do. My parents are the same. But, Leah didn't want this,"

"I know." Charlie states cutting her off. "Sue is, Sue's not herself. Even if she did respect Leah's wishes it's hard for her right now."

"Grief changes everything."

"Do you want to bake some cookies with me?" Sue asks Kit, as she walks past Davina and Charlie, carrying the girl into the house.

Kit jumps around in her grandmother's arms excitedly, the straps of her jean jumper falls down her shoulders a little. She chants, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Davina and Charlie follow behind them slowly. When they get in the house, the two sit down at the small, circular wooden table in the corner of the kitchen and then watch as Sue turns on the oven and starts pulling material out to make cookies with. Kit bounces around the kitchen excitedly. The child loved to cook, just like her father.

In the middle of cookie baking, technically mixing, Seth arrives. He lets himself into the house and comes to quietly stand in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. If it wasn't for the fact that she was a wolf and could hear and smell him before he even approached, Davina would not even have noticed him there.

Davina looks him over. When she was a little girl, Leah had told her that her brother was a baby-faced, lanky thing. A goofy, playful boy. When Davina was a teenager she met the man, who was more muscular, less lanky and who had a less of baby face and more of a young man's defined features. He looked more man now. His eyes were a little red though, his mouth set in a hard line as he watched his mother and the niece he barely knew.

Grief hit everyone.

"Seth." Charlie said with a wave in the other man's direction.

"Charlie."

Then Seth's eyes focused on Davina and she stood. A habit; she couldn't properly introduce herself sitting down.

"I am Davina." She offers politely, as their eyes meet. "David's sister."

"I remember." After a moment, "Sorry for your loss." He averts his eyes from her then, focusing on Sue and Kit, the two are engrossed in cookie baking.

"As I am for yours."

Then, Seth's eyes are back on her. So much passes between the two of them as their eyes meet. There's so many questions Seth wants to ask Davina. So many things he wants to ask about his sister's death, her funeral, everything.

"You two should talk." Charlie suggests, noticing the exchange unfolding between them. "Sue and I got Kit."

Davina and Seth are still staring each other down. It's tense and unwavering.

"Talk." Charlie states again. "Talk." Firmer.

Seth breaks first.

"First beach. We could walk the beach and talk."

Davina nods. "Okay."

Seth leads the way, exiting the kitchen without a word. As Davina moves to follow, she can feel a tiny hand lace through her own. Davina smiles down at her niece.

"Kit, where are you going?" Sue calls from the stove as she puts the cookie tray in the oven.

Kit replies simply, "With Auntie D." Her little face is fixed on Davina's. There's some much trust exuding from the tiny girl.

"Don't you want to finish baking cookies?"

Kit shakes her head and Davina tosses a sympathetic smile in Sue's direction. The older woman's face is crestfallen.

"The cookies will be here when she gets back. This is the boring part anyway." Charlie tries to reassure his wife.

Sue only nods and waves goodbye to the two.

When Davina and Kit make it outside, Seth is surprised to see his niece coming along. He quickly recovers, taking the child's hand when Davina cheerfully tells her, "Give Uncle Seth your hand."

The three walk down the road, hand and hand. Like a tiny family. A tiny fractured family.

"Hi Kit." Seth says softly. He's never seen the child in person, only over skype. Too much of a coward to get on a plane and visit his sister after all that had happened between them, even after she had forgiven him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Hi uncle."

Seth doesn't really know what to say to her and Davina doesn't intervene.

"Do you know that my Mommy and Daddy are in heaven?"

"Yes." He's taken aback. How do you talk to a little girl about her mother and father being dead?

"I don't like heaven."

"How come?"

He genuinely wants to know because right now he doesn't like heaven much either and by the look that Davina is currently sporting, he figures that she shares the sentiment.

"'Cause I want my mommy and daddy back but heaven doesn't share. People don't come back from heaven."

The rest of the walk to the beach is quiet. Mostly quiet, Kit still babbles about random things and Davina and Seth join in periodically.

When they arrive at First Beach, Kit inspects the sand, remarking how different it is from the sand on the beaches she's visited in Jamaica, before skipping down the beach. She sings, making up lyrics as she goes along.

"How?"

"They were in Russia. The vampire population is high there and positive werewolf/vampire relations are nearly non-existent. They and the pack ambassador, the future pack alpha, were ambushed by vampires on the way from the airport. Pack officials believed it was a planned assassination by someone within the pack aka the ambassador's brother."

Seth's mind is reeling. So many things to process. His sister's death, a Russia pack, a planned assassination. It was a lot.

"Why?" Seth questions desperately. He's holding back, not fully expressing his despair since his niece is only a few feet away. "Why would someone do something like that? To their own brother? To strangers they don't even know."

Davina can feel his anger, pain and grief all rolled into one. She's felt it herself but she's quicker to reign hers in. Kit has been attached to her hip since they found out about Leah and David's death.

"It happens all the time, Seth. All the time. With the weres, vampires, witches, heck I hear that some fairy father's welcome their own daughters to womanhood and fairy mothers their sons. There are many atrocities in the supernatural world."

"Fairies?" Seth questions numbly, his mind is spinning even further.

"There's a lot more to the world of werewolves and shifters, than this tiny little reservation that you call home. Or even the little island that I call home."

Davina thinks for a moment and then settles on a story to tell.

"When David was a kid my mother and father took a trip to New Delhi, to visit the alpha male and female of the pack there. David was set to marry their youngest child, the only girl, Kiran. The whole trip to New Delhi was pretty much about arranging that marriage. When David told me about this part, he had laughed. The poor little thing was five years old and he was twelve. He said Kiran spent most of my family's stay in India hiding and peeking at him. They played on the lawn together once."

Seth looked at her oddly. "That didn't happen though. David married Leah." He figured what he thought was the obvious thing. "I guess they called it off."

"You have no idea. A couple of months after my parents had visited India a horrible tragedy occurred. The alpha male of the pack was murdered by his twin brother. The brother, after bribing a few members of the grand elder wolf council, managed to be named the new alpha over his 18 year old nephew, the rightful alpha, and his petition to marry his brother's widow was granted."

A horrified look overtook Seth's face, he didn't have any response to that. Davin continued.

"There was an article in the Big Bad Wolf written by one of its top journalist about the entire situation. It was entitled 'A Rape in New Delhi' in reference to the consummation of the new alpha's marriage which was anything but consensual. The title was very crude and very insulting. A year after that, the alpha female gave birth to a stillborn baby boy. The new alpha, later on dubbed the Mad Alpha, killed her and five of her children in a rage. The eldest son was the sole survivor. The true alpha to a fractured pack and a ruined dynasty all because of jealous man's rage."

"That's, that's…" Seth falters. He doesn't have words for this. "Why are you telling me this?" He finally asks.

Seth's looking at Davina, searching for her eyes but she refuses to look at him. Instead, she focuses on their niece as she speaks.

"Because I need you to understand that this happens all the time. That no one who does this cares about the lives they wreck when they do so."

Seth opens his mouth to speak but he's got nothing. He can feel the sadness oozing from her, as deep and as hollowing as his own.

"David and Leah were just bystanders caught up in the fray of a mad man's plans. And Sasha, the ambassador's brother? A jealous, power hungry, murderous, fool who hired vampires to kill his brother and two strangers."

"Don't tell my mother." Is all Seth can finally say, it comes out a choked whisper. "Please, don't tell my mother this. She looks tough, she acts strong. Just like when my father died. But she's a wreck. The day she found out about Leah, she fell completely apart. Charlie checked her into the psych ward at the hospital, she was so far gone."

Davina looks at him then. His big brown eyes, the same ones that Kit has the same ones that Leah had-she flinches-brimming over with tears.

"This is worse than any of her nightmares. Please, don't tell her this." Seth pleads.

"I won't."

And then they look away from each other.

"Their bodies?" Seth asks quietly.

"I hear the vampires of the colder nations dispose of bodies under the ice."

The words come out hard and bitter. For the first time, Seth can sense the rage that Davina has buried deep within herself.

"So there's nothing."

Davina reaches into the pocket of her beige slacks and pulls out a golden locket on a chain.

"The investigator from the United Supernatural Nations gave me this two days ago. They found it in the cab that Leah, David and Abram, the pack ambassador, had been riding in before the attack. It was being held in evidence."

Seth eyes the locket, staring at it for what feels like an eternity. It's circular and covered with names. In the front and in the center is their father's name, Harry. He reaches out with his hand and touches it very gently, like it might shatter in Davina's hands if he touches it for too long, and then he pulls away.

"I don't know how we go on."

"In India, there is a great alpha. A fair and just man loved by all of his pack and respected by the community of supernaturals around him. When he was barely a man he was pulled from a house that was the fiery mass grave of his family. Many asked him how he lived through that and he told them that he didn't. That most of him died in that house and the rest of him survived because that's all it could do. Survive and rebuild." Davina sighed heavily. "I guess we try to survive our grief the best we can, Seth."

"I don't know how to do that." Seth said as he turned to face Davina again.

Davina offered him a sad smile. "I don't either."

In the distance, they can hear Kit singing loudly. Singing to heaven, offering it all of her toys if it would just share with her.


A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the read and drop a review…even if it's to tell me you hate me for this lol