LOGIN"I can offer you three crates of winter pelts for the grain," I told the merchant sitting across from me.
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Four. And we want the Alpha's seal on the final agreement. My Alpha won't accept a trade of this size on a Luna's word alone."
I looked at the empty chair at the head of the long wooden table. Tobias should have been sitting there. He should have been the one looking the Riverbend merchant in the eye, securing the food our people needed to survive the coming freeze. Instead, he was locked in the Alpha suite down the hall.
I understood why the pack was letting him hide.
The Goddess's Penance was a horrific thing. When a pregnant wolf lost a child, the Moon Goddess did not let the trauma fade quietly into the past. For five years, on the exact anniversary of the loss, the mother was cursed to relive the miscarriage. The bleeding, the blinding pain, the hysterical grief—it all returned in a violent physical wave as if it were happening for the very first time.
That was why Lily had stumbled into the packhouse yesterday covered in blood, three years after she vanished. The pack believed they were watching a sacred, agonizing punishment playing out in front of them. It was rare and it was terrifying. Because of the curse, they treated her like a fragile saint. Everyone in the packhouse was walking on eggshells, speaking in hushed voices so they wouldn't disturb her rest.
I did not lack sympathy. I knew the Penance was pure agony.
But a pack could not survive on sympathy alone.
If we didn't get this grain, the pups in the lower village would go hungry when the snow fell.
"Three and a half crates," I said, keeping my voice level. I pushed the drafted contract across the table. "You know our pelts are the thickest in the region. Your people will need them just as much as we need the grain."
The merchant considered it for a moment, then gave a short nod. "Three and a half. But I still need his seal on the wax before I leave today."
"You will have it by noon," I promised.
The merchant left the council room. I let out a long breath, picked up the contract, and walked out into the hallway.
The corridor leading to my old bedroom was quiet. Two guards stood near the heavy oak door. They kept their eyes forward, but I could feel the tension in the air as I approached.
Before I could knock, the door opened.
Tobias stepped out. He looked terrible. His skin was pale, and dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes. He was wearing the same wrinkled shirt from yesterday.
"Tobias," I said.
He immediately put a finger to his lips and pulled the door shut behind him with a soft click. "Keep your voice down," he whispered. "She finally fell asleep a few hours ago."
I lowered my voice, but I didn't back away. "The Riverbend merchants are here. I negotiated the grain down to three and a half crates of pelts, but they refuse to leave without your seal on the wax."
He rubbed his temples. He didn't even look at the contract in my hand. "You can sign for me. Just use the Luna stamp."
"I tried that. They want the Alpha's mark." I held the paper out to him. "I just need you to read it and stamp it. It will take two minutes."
"Zinnia, I can't do this right now."
"It's a trade agreement," I said. "We need the food."
"Lily is going through the Penance," Tobias snapped, keeping his voice to a harsh whisper. "You saw the blood yesterday. You heard her screaming in the clinic. She is reliving the worst day of her life in that room, and you are bothering me about grain?"
I stood my ground. "I know what she is going through. But the pack needs you."
He glared at me. "She lost my child. Do you have any idea what that does to a person? She is broken, Zinnia."
"And you are the Alpha of Grimclaw," I replied. "If you hide in that room all week, the Riverbend deal falls through. Our people will starve. You have a duty to them."
"Don't tell me how to run my pack." He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking at me like I was a stranger. "I thought you would understand. I thought you had a heart, but you are just being cold."
The words stung, but I didn't let it show on my face. Before I could defend myself, a soft click echoed in the hallway.
The bedroom door opened slowly.
Lily stood in the doorway. She was wearing one of Tobias's oversized shirts, the fabric hanging off her small frame. Her hair was messy, and her face was pale and tear-stained.
"Toby?" she whispered.
She looked past him and saw me standing there with the papers in my hand.Lily let out a sharp, ragged gasp. She stumbled backward, hitting the doorframe. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and slid down the wood until she hit the floor."Please," she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. She put her hands over her ears and started shaking violently. "Don't yell. Please don't be angry with me. I didn't mean to cause trouble."I hadn't raised my voice once.The two guards stationed down the hall shifted on their feet. They looked at Lily trembling on the floor, and then they looked at me. Their expressions shifted from neutral to disgust. I could see it in their eyes—they thought I was standing here screaming at a traumatized, grieving mother."Lily, hey, look at me," Tobias said.He dropped to his knees beside her and scooped her up into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly."I'm sorry," she whimpered into his shirt. "Make her stop.""I've got you," he murmured.
"I can offer you three crates of winter pelts for the grain," I told the merchant sitting across from me.He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Four. And we want the Alpha's seal on the final agreement. My Alpha won't accept a trade of this size on a Luna's word alone."I looked at the empty chair at the head of the long wooden table. Tobias should have been sitting there. He should have been the one looking the Riverbend merchant in the eye, securing the food our people needed to survive the coming freeze. Instead, he was locked in the Alpha suite down the hall.I understood why the pack was letting him hide.The Goddess's Penance was a horrific thing. When a pregnant wolf lost a child, the Moon Goddess did not let the trauma fade quietly into the past. For five years, on the exact anniversary of the loss, the mother was cursed to relive the miscarriage. The bleeding, the blinding pain, the hysterical grief—it all returned in a violent physical wave as if
The air in the room was suffocating. I stood perfectly still, waiting for Tobias to correct the elder. I waited for him to demand respect for his Luna, or at least ask Eloise to step outside while the healers worked.Tobias swallowed hard. He looked away from me."Eloise, stay with her for a minute," Tobias said quietly.He stood up from the bed. Lily whined and tried to grab his hand again, but he gently pulled away. He walked toward me, his shoulders slumped."Zinnia," he muttered. "Come with me for a second."He didn't wait for my answer. He walked out of the clinic.I followed him into the dim, quiet hallway. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence felt heavy. Tobias leaned his back against the stone wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face, leaving streaks of Lily’s blood on his own skin.I crossed my arms over my chest to stop my hands from shaking."Are you going to tell me what she meant?" I asked. My voice was low. "About the baby, Tobias."He squeezed his ey
No one moved. The guards, the omegas, the senior pack members lingering in the archways, they all stood frozen, staring at Tobias and the woman bleeding in his arms.I lost our baby.The words rang in my ears. A cold numbness started at my fingertips and rushed straight to my chest. My breath caught in my throat. I stared at my husband, waiting for him to say something. I waited for him to look at Lily and tell her she was confused, or to look at me and swear he didn't know what she was talking about.Tobias just lowered his gaze to the floor.He couldn't even look at me.My survival instincts kicked in. I had spent three years training myself to swallow my pride and manage this pack when Tobias couldn't handle the pressure. My heart was cracking down the middle, but my pack was watching. I refused to break in front of them. I shoved the devastation deep down into my stomach and locked it away.I took a breath and forced my voice to stay steady."Everyone, go back to your duties," I o
The numbers were not adding up.I stared at the open ledger on my desk, tapping the end of my pen against the worn paper. Grimclaw’s winter harvest was going to be short by at least twenty percent. We needed more grain to survive the frost, but the pack treasury was basically empty.I let out a slow breath and leaned back in my wooden chair. I flipped to the previous page, my eyes scanning the long columns of expenses. If I shifted the budget from the border patrols and delayed the repairs on the western cabins, we could afford to buy surplus from the Riverbend pack.It was not a perfect solution. But it would keep our people fed.I wrote the adjusted numbers in the margins. Three years ago, I didn't know the first thing about agricultural yields or trade deficits. I grew up in a palace with servants and endless resources. I was raised to be a political asset, not an accountant. Now, I spent most of my afternoons buried in these books, pinching pennies to keep my husband's pack afloat







