You'd driven this path a hundred times. To Leah's house. To Seth's. To the bonfire gatherings you used to be invited to.

Before they disappeared.

The glow of flames flickered through the trees up ahead. Voices. Laughter. Their laughter.

You cut the engine, the sudden silence pressing in as you stepped out into the cold Washington air.

They were all there. A circle of figures around the fire, shadows dancing across familiar faces. Leah, her sharp profile illuminated as she threw her head back laughing. Seth next to her, looking healthier than he had in months. Jacob Black, massive and unrecognizable, sitting on a log. Quil. Embry. Jared.

And Sam. Standing apart, arms crossed, watching you approach before anyone else noticed.