Lily tucked in her legs as she sat in front of her family's headstone with the afternoon sun warm against her back. She let out a sigh thinking back on her week, feeling grateful it was finally the weekend. They were her days to recover from being around people, and her days to spend with her family.

Ollie was on a shift so she couldn't go with her, but Lily preferred visiting them alone. She gently brushed her fingers over the names of her parents and her sisters, swiping off dew settled on the top of the stone.

"Hi Mum, Dad, Rio and Delta." Lily smiled, fidgeting with her hands. She'd taken off Rio's sapphire ring last night and decided to wear a pair of her mother's silver bracelets. Her mother had a large collection of jewellery that was now Lily's, and when she woke up this morning she felt like wearing some - after the week she'd just had, she wanted her mother's strength and her father's wisdom.

She placed another coloured stone over their grave, smiling at the small collection that had built over the years dotted around the flowers planted and placed there. Ollie placed a new bouquet of flowers whenever she could, rotating between hyacinths, lotuses and lilies.

Lily recounted the events of the past week; from slicing her hand open in science with Karen, the lock down and staying with Jack, finding Andrew's grandfather's diary entry about Granny Haven, the incident in meditation where she fluxed the humidity, to just yesterday where she finally stood up to Isaac after years of him bullying her.

"I went back through the pack's books yesterday to see if there was anything I missed," Lily waffled. "There was nothing new. Just old weather accounts and pack drama. How rare were we that we were never spoken of?

"I mean, Granny Haven's mentioned, I think. It sounds like her to just walk through boundaries and have a run through rogue territory, blowing them a kiss when they couldn't get to her!" Lily laughed as she remembered her wild grandmother.

"And Jack's grandmother was Andromeda!" Lily said, sitting up as the memory flooded in her mind. "Her mother was a supernova too, I can't believe it. Jack's so powerful! She saved my life when the lock down happened, she created the magic that guided me out."

Lily gripped the coloured stones tightly as she also remembered the rogues that tried to capture her. "The rogue called me little river... I still don't know why, I haven't been swimming in years and I've never swam in a river before. I don't know where he's got that from, I did stop him from kidnapping Alice and it was raining then? I'm just pulling at strings."

Lily stopped talking for a bit, her gaze resting over her sisters names. "Rio, you were always so energetic, so filled with energy. You were fearless and confident. Delta, no offense big sister, you were a lot quieter. You spoke only when you needed to and you weren't shy, but you didn't like crowds either. You were both so different, and yet we were all supernatural.

"What legend are we, then? That we can heal within hours, have this crazy strength that doesn't let black eyes heal, and we can meddle with the humidity in a room? What myth have we dug up and become?" Lily mused, and put the stones she'd picked up in frustration back where they belonged, with answers long dead and buried.

"If you ask me, it's one that brings a lot of trouble."

Lily snapped her head around to see Andrew standing at the edge of the row of graves, hesitantly approaching. His icy eyes dimmed seeing the names of her family, and Lily drew herself up a little. This was her time with them, what was he doing here? And what did he mean by trouble?

"Andrew," Lily greeted. "I... What are you doing here?"

Andrew looked to a tomb a few rows back. "My father was buried here last week."

Lily hesitantly followed his gaze but all the headstones looked the same from behind. She didn't say anything, she knew how many ways you could give your condolences and they all grated on her nerves now. She knew how much Andrew would be annoyed by them, especially so soon after his dad's death.

"Do you visit him often?" Lily said quietly, a hand protectively resting on her family's grave. Andrew followed her movement, scanning her family's names.

"Six years." He muttered, doing the math on the dates engraved. "Does it get easier after six years? It's been a week but I just feel so numb."

Lily blinked and thought about her answer carefully. "No. But the numbness fades. Having company helped despite how much I hated it. Being around people like my aunt helped, people who were so eager to live their best life with the hand they'd been dealt, who would stare death in the face every day and smile and wave. Ollie lives like there is no tomorrow, and reminds me that there's life and joy in everything. It took a long time for me to see that, but time is something we all have."

Andrew sat down next to her and took her words to heart. He hadn't spoken to someone who understood what it was like to be an orphan so suddenly and tragically. He hadn't spoken properly to Lily before, and that was his fault for not approaching her a long time ago. He could have learned so much.

"Why the stones and flowers?" He asked.

"My aunt does the flowers. I used to collect stones as a kid." Lily flushed a little, realising how stupid it came across. "It's... Well, it's a family tradition."

Andrew nodded slowly. "My father likes to have birthday presents at midnight. It's a tradition that started when he first met my mum - she had it with her family, and it's stuck now."

Lily put another rock she'd forgotten about in her pocket on top of the grave. "They're never really gone."

"No." Andrew whispered, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. He hadn't cried for his father yet, hadn't had the time to mourn, and he wasn't about to break in front of Lily, nor in front of his father. He was about to change the conversation when she spoke first.

"If I'm honest," Lily shared in a spur of bravery, "I'm afraid to talk about them. Because to me they're still here, still with me, and if I talk about them I'm scared that I'll forget them like the world already has."

Andrew paused, staring at Lily as she stared at her family buried six feet under. This wasn't a conversation he was ready for, and one he didn't want to get into. "I'm not here to talk about our dead families, Lily."

Lily stilled, her heart shutting up completely. She stared at Andrew with a little less life in her dark eyes. "What are you here for then?" Lily whispered, wincing when her voice broke a little.

"We've been trying to get a hold of you." Andrew said, not hearing her words waver.

"Who's 'we'?"

"Why are you so hard to get a hold of on the weekend?"

"My weekends are spent with my family." Lily turned away from him, swallowing the emotion threatening to burst from her like a dam. "And I turn my phone off."

"Well I can call off Laura who is driving around the neighbourhood to try and spot you, Jack who's searching around the school in case you were at the library, and Claire and Karen who were searching the local shopping centre together - the rest of my pack who were looking for you as well." Andrew narrowed his eyes. "I followed Ryan's hunch that you'd be here while I'd ordered him to look for you at your aunt's house."

Lily's heart sunk. "What's going on? I'm not so important you need to know my location constantly."

"Well apparently you are." Andrew dug out a piece of paper that was in his jumper pocket and flung it onto her lap. "I received this note this morning. Laura confirmed it within an hour, and we've been searching for you since fearing Yuric already got to you."

Lily's hands shook as they picked up the paper. Andrew kept talking as she began to unfold it. "Apparently she didn't come home from her date last night. We don't know who her date was, Laura said she'd tried asking but Poppy was secretive about her crush. Afraid it would cause drama? I don't remember all the details, but either way she never came home. Her brothers called it in to Laura to see if she knew anything, but when I found that note on my doorstep in a bundle of dead poppies, I knew the only chance I had to get my pack member back was to find you."

Lily couldn't stop the horror freezing her blood, or the sick pooling in her belly as she stared at the message. In scruffy writing was one sentence that made her drop the horrid note on her family's grave, dirt flying up. Lily blinked away the tears welling in her eyes and the panic darting up her throat.

A flower for a flower.