Seth POV

When I woke up this morning, all I wanted to do was go visit Renee's grave. She may not be in the world of the living anymore, but I really felt that I needed to talk to her and get some things off my chest. Who knows? Maybe I'll feel better about her being gone if I told her everything that was on my mind, even if she can't hear it, but I didn't want to go visit her empty handed. When I visited Renee's apartment for the first time I saw that her walls were decorated with pictures of mountain lilies, so I went into town and picked up a bouquet of them. It probably wouldn't matter, but I hoped that she'd like them.

As I enter the cemetery I go over what I was going to say to Renee in my head. I mean, there's a lot that I have to tell her, a lot that I want to tell her, but how am I going to do it? I mean I've admitted my feelings to someone before, but having to confess to someone who is no longer alive? It's a completely new experience for me, one I'd never thought I'd have. As I approach Renee's grave I immediately notice something very off about it. It's been dug up. There's a large hole in the ground and right next to it is a large pile of dirt. I run up to the grave and put the flowers down before peeking into the dug up grave. I spot the coffin, but it's open and Renee's body isn't in it. What the hell?! Someone dug up Renee's body?! I'm beyond fucking pissed. What kind of sick, twisted, demented person would, not only defile a grave, but also steal a lifeless body? The Wyatts. It has to be them! No one else I know fits that description. I'll be damned if they get away from defiling Renee's grave. I turn away from her grave, seething with anger. All I see is red as I get ready to transform. I don't want to waste any time.

"Seth?" A familiar voice catches my attention. I almost ignore it, but something in me is telling me to check out the origin of the voice before I go on a killing spree in the witch compound. I turn in the direction of the voice and immediately all my rage dissipates when I lay my eyes on the owner of the voice.

"Renee?" She's wearing the same Greek robe we buried her in. It's covered in blood and there's a hole where her wound once was, but she seems to be completely intact. Someone healed her. Wait… is she really here? I walk up to her, and she remains totally still, as though she's in shock. She looks up at me when I'm a mere few inches away from her, our eyes locking with one another. I slowly reach out to her, cupping her face with both hands. As soon as my skin touches hers, I know she's actually here. I can feel the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. "You're actually here." I can barely believe it. She's really here, right in front of me! She's alive! Oh my God, she's alive! I want to say so much. I have so many things to tell her, but none of the words in my head are coming out of my mouth. I bring her face closer to mine and lean my forehead against hers before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, or what's come over me, but I just had to kiss her.

At first, Renee doesn't respond. I can tell that she's surprised, to say the very least, but as I begin to move my lips on hers, she responds to me with an unsure passion. It's like she's experimenting to see if this is really happening. Soon, I feel her hands reach up to me and lay themselves on my chest. She steps toward me and I take it as a sign that she's coming out of her shock. I sneak an arm around her waist and pull her closer to me so that there's no space between us. I deepen the kiss and Renee melts into me. I want to make love to her. I want to make love to her, right here, right now. I leave her lips and start placing soft kisses along her neck, she gasps at the motion and soft moans slip past her lips. I take her moans as a sign of encouragement and continue, slowly bringing the single strap of her robe off her shoulder and kissing it.

"Seth," she whispers. At first, I think she's just moaning because she's enjoying this, but then she speaks again, louder this time, "Seth, wait." I reluctantly stop and stand straight up, looking down at her. "Is it true?" Her question confuses me.

"Is what true?"

"Did-Did Corey rape me?" Oh shit! I'm taken completely off guard. How'd she find out about that? "So it's true." I guess my reaction was enough to give her an answer. She pushes herself away from me and puts enough space in between us so that she's more than an arm's reach away from me. "Did you know? Did you know he was going to do that to me?"

"What?! No!" Why would she think that?!

"How could you let that happen to me?" Her eyes are watery and I know she's on the brink of tears. I'm not mad that she's questioning my involvement, but I am shocked.

"Renee, I swear, I had no idea that he was going to do that to you!"

"You're lying! He tried it once, what made you think he wouldn't try it again!"

"We were on guard duty! I-I didn't think he would ditch!" I'm in a panic. I need her to believe me. "I wasn't on guard duty with him. I swear I didn't know! I thought the first time was in the heat of the moment, I didn't think he would try it again!"

"In the heat of the moment?!" Okay maybe that wasn't the best wording. "Is that supposed to make it better?!"

"No! That's not it! Renee, please just hear me out?" She calms down, allowing me the opportunity to explain myself. I take a deep breath and resume speaking. "Corey was despicable for what he did to you, but at the time I didn't think he would try it again after I told him not to do it. At the time, I trusted him because he was my pack member, but then I came back that night, and saw you… Renee, as soon as you told me what he did I kicked his ass. You didn't deserve that Renee. Prisoner, or not. Siren, or not, you didn't deserve that, and he had no right to do it." I walk up to her and place my hand on her cheek. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I hate seeing her cry. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I'm sorry I ever listened to Punk and brought you to the den to be our prisoner. If I could go back in time, I'd do everything differently. I should have never put you in danger. Can you forgive me?" She sighs and put her head down before wrapping her arms around me and laying her head on my chest. I feel her nod her head, and I know she's forgiven me. I hug her back in relief. "I love you, Renee." She looks up at me automatically. Slowly, a wide smile makes its way across her face.

"I love you too, Seth." I lean into her and kiss her lips gently. I guess I'll be getting my happy ending after all, but… maybe this isn't the best time in the world to make love to her.

"Let's get you back to your apartment," I suggest.

"I still have my apartment?"

"I didn't have the heart to break your lease just yet. I guess it's a good thing I didn't." She lets out a giggle.

"I guess so." I separate myself from her to take her by the hand. We interlace our fingers together and start our journey back to her apartment. As we walk, I can't help but be happy that Renee's alive, but something keeps nagging at me.

"Renee," I call out to her. She turns her head to the side, giving me her attention. "Do you know how you came back to life?" She thinks about it for a minute before answering.

"I don't know, to be honest. I remember waking up surrounded by dirt, and above me all I saw was sky. When I climbed out of the hole, I saw that it was about daybreak and I was alone. I didn't really know what to do, or where I was so I stayed put. You showed up a little bit later."

"So you have no idea how this happened?" She shook her head. I decide to leave the subject alone. I don't care how or why it happened. Renee's here. She's alive and that's all that matters.

Dean POV

We returned to our regular guard duty shifts last night which really sucked. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and make love to Kaitlyn over and over again, but the pack masters weren't trying to hear any of that. When we got back from guard duty, Kaitlyn went straight to sleep, and when we woke up she told me that she was going into town with AJ, which meant no morning delight for me. It was very frustrating, but I wasn't about to try to stop her. She's her own person, and I have to respect that.

So instead of spending my morning making love to my girlfriend, I spent it working out in the attic, which we turned into a makeshift gym when I was 21, and instead of spending my afternoon with my girlfriend, I am spending it making myself something to eat. I'm not even making myself something fancy! As a matter of fact, I'm just heating up the stuffed shells that Layla made before guard duty. I take a seat at the breakfast bar and begin to stuff my face greedily. That workout gave me quite the appetite.

I hear the front door open, but I'm not particularly paying attention to it. I'm too engulfed in my lunch to worry about who came into the den.

"You really seem to be enjoying those stuffed shells." I look up to see Kaitlyn leaning on the frame of the entrance to kitchen with her arms crossed her chest.

"You want some? They're really good," I respond to her with a smirk on my face.

"No thank you. I got some lunch with AJ, not long ago." She takes a seat next to me as I resume eating.

"What did you do in town," I ask her.

"Well, I kind of need to talk to you about that," she answers nervously. What could she be nervous about? I turn to face her and stop eating. "AJ and I broke our leases today, and went apartment shopping."

"What does that mean?" She's obviously beating around the bush. I wish she would just tell me what's going on.

"Um, well, I'm going to be moving out of the den."

"What?! Why?" I'm not really angry, just upset. Why would she want to move out of the den?

"Well, both AJ and I have good lives in human society and we don't want to give that up. AJ wants to go back to school, and she's going to need help with the baby when it's born."

"Why can't Punk help with the baby? It's his child, not yours!"

"Punk's a pack master Dean, he can only help so much with providing and caring for the child."

"That's AJ's and Punk's problem, not yours!"

"Dean!" She makes a face at my comment. I guess it was a little insensitive, but still.

"Does this mean you're breaking up with me?"

"No, of course not. Just because we won't be living together, doesn't mean we can't be together."

"I guess." I look back down at my plate, and move my food around with my fork.

"Don't make that face, Dean," she tells me.

"What face?"

"That face you always make when you don't get your way," she answers me while pointing at my face.

"I'm allowed to be a little upset," I state plainly. "Why should our relationship suffer because Punk and AJ can't work it out?"

"They're still together, Dean," she laughs. "And our relationship isn't suffering. We're still together and I still love you. Just think of this as an excuse to get out of the den more often." I breathe deeply, frustration evident in my demeanor. "Come on, Dean. Please don't be like this."

"Ugh! Why'd you have to go and say please?!" It works every time. Every damn time she says please, I can't help but do what she asks. She giggles and kisses my cheek.

"You're the best, Dean." She leans her chin on my shoulder and tilts her head so that it's laying against mine.

"I better have unlimited access to your new apartment."

"I'll make sure you get a copy of the keys."

"And I get to spend the night whenever I want."

"Of course."

"And I get to visit you when you're at work."

"If my boss gives me my job back, yes you can."

"Alright, I guess we can work this out." She smiles widely and leans in to kiss me. Our lips meet, and I am beyond elated. It's only been a couple of hours, but I missed her full lips on mine. As I deepen the kiss, I hear someone clearing their throat loudly.

"You two can't find a more appropriate place to do that?" I look up to find Roman holding Jojo, who is covering her eyes with one hand and holding her coloring book in the other.

"Sorry," Kaitlyn apologizes. "Dean, are you done with your food?" I look back down at my plate. Out of the four shells that I had on my plate, there's only one left. I guess I'm done with my food. I turn back to her and nod. She takes me by the hand and leads me out of the kitchen. We better be going where I think we're going.

Roman POV

Kaitlyn and Dean leave the kitchen, walking hand in hand. Those two need to control their urges better. Granted, I do have a healthy sexual appetite, but I know how to keep it in the bedroom. At least we walked in before they were in a more compromising position.

I sit Jojo down on the breakfast bar and take Dean's plate. He could have at least put this away before he left. As opposed to throwing it out, I put it in a container and put it in the fridge. More than likely he'll want it later, anyway.

"What do you feel like for lunch, Jojo?"

"Sandwich," she replies while putting her coloring book on the breakfast bar, right next to her.

"What kind of sandwich?"

"Um, cheddar cheese. With, with salami! An-and mustard!" I chuckle at her excitement.

"Okay, a cheddar cheese and salami sandwich with mustard. What kind of chips do you want with your sandwich?"

"Onion rings!" This little girl is really excited for lunch. She should be though. She's been in the library since about eleven this morning with Bayley and Paige. Bayley decided that it was important that we start Jojo's education, so she got Paige to help her teach Jojo how to read and write. They even gave her homework. I walked in on them at about three, as they were finishing up their lesson for the day. I decided to give Bayley and Paige a break and took Jojo off their hands for the rest of the day. Jojo told me that she was hungry so I told her that I would make her lunch.

As I prepare Jojo's lunch, she sits on the breakfast bar quietly and colors in her coloring book. I wonder what she's coloring. As I pour some onion rings on her plate she starts singing a song: "Purus mea magia Magia pium. Quia bene mihi ob hoc amet. Mea carmina curat, confirmat meo. Munus est magia mea caelis." I put her food in front of her, and she stops singing, picking up half of her sandwich and taking a small bite of it.

"Jojo, who taught you that song," I ask her.

"Sorceress lady!"

"Who? You mean that lady who was with you in the dungeon?" She nods her head, taking another bite of her sandwich. "What does it mean?"

"Sorceress lady say it a spell."

"A spell for what?"

"She no say. Just say it very important that I say spell every day, and when I in big trouble." I need to know who this lady is.

"Jojo, you said you didn't know the sorceress' name right?"

"She tell me last night." Huh?

"What?"

"She visit last night. Tell me her name."

"What's her name?"

"Can't say," she tells me giving me a sorry face.

"Why not?"

"She say it a secret. I no tell anyone," she whispers.

"You can tell me. I can keep a secret, Jojo."

"If I tell you, it no secret anymore!" I sigh and put my head down in frustration.

"Okay, then. Are we ever going to find out who she is?"

"Later. When time is right." The waiting game, huh? I guess I don't have a choice but to trust this little girl. Although something is bothering me. If the sirens are no longer a threat to us, why is this sorceress still talking to Jojo? Is there something else that's about to happen? I hope not. After having to deal with the sirens. I don't think this pack can go through anymore wars.

So ends chapter 32! Renee's back! Yay!

So spoiler time! We find out who the sorceress is, Sheamus is up to no good, who is Kaitlyn's boss, Punk's position as pack master is threatened and someone is gay (I wonder who... no I don't I already know who's gay lol).

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