Astrid’s POVThe room was too still, too quiet, and even though I sat on the edge of the window seat, watching the wind push against the curtains as if it was trying to get inside and speak to me, there was nothing left to say, nothing I hadn’t already screamed or whispered or prayed under my breath in the dark when no one was listening, and I could feel Liam standing behind me with that same posture he always used when he didn’t know what to say but didn’t want to leave me alone either, as if his presence alone could hold back the chaos rising in my chest.He had already said it three times this morning—that we would find the boy, that River would be brought back, that we just needed more time and that Kai and Scarlett couldn’t outrun fate or truth or justice or whatever force he believed was working in our favor—but I didn’t want to hear it again, didn’t want another gentle reassurance dressed as logic because the reality was that every second ticking by without my son beside me fel
Ethan’s POV“You asked for me,” Scarlett said quietly as she entered.I nodded, then pointed to the chair in front of me. “Sit.”She didn’t ask questions. She walked over and sat down, folded one leg over the other.“There was a man,” I started. “He showed up at the gate. Said his name was Kai.”She didn’t flinch. “Who is he?”“He said he is a wanderer,”Her brows lifted slightly. “And?”I exhaled. “He didn’t come empty-handed. He came with a child.”Her body stilled, but she didn’t speak.“A boy,” I added. “Around five. Maybe six.”Still nothing.I leaned forward a little, arms braced on the table. “The boy has the Alpha mark.”Scarlett blinked.“Left shoulder,” I said.She finally spoke. “And you’re sure?”“I saw it myself.”She looked away for the first time. “And what else?”“Kai said he rescued the boy,” I told her. “Didn’t say from who or where,”Scarlett’s voice was quieter now. “You think he’s…?”“I don’t know,” I answered. “But he looks like Caleb. There’s no denying that.”S
Scarlett’s POVThe moment Anna entered my chambers without knocking, her eyes wide and lips pressed together like they might betray her if she opened them too fast, I knew something important had happened, something unexpected for everyone else but maybe not for me, because I had been waiting for things to begin shifting back into place, back into the order I’d spent years creating in my head before it all got so messy with Astrid’s return and that child being ripped from my arms like he hadn’t ever belonged there in the first place.She stood there for a few seconds too long, the hem of her apron trembling from her hands clutching it too tightly, and when I tilted my head at her and said nothing, just stared, she finally got the words out in one breath like if she didn’t, she’d choke on them.“He’s here,” Anna said, her voice barely above a whisper, though the room was empty aside from us and no one had the authority to question what was spoken between a Luna and her servant anyway.
Ethan’s POVIt had been a strange week.The kind of strange that didn’t speak loud, but whispered beneath the surface. The skies had been too still. The air too dry, even with the clouds sagging heavy above the treetops. Something was always on the verge of happening—and yet, nothing ever did.I was in the west courtyard when the guards called for me. I didn’t rush. Things called “urgent” rarely were.Until I saw the look on Calix’s face.“There’s a man at the gate,” he said. “Claims he found a child. Says he wants to speak to you directly.”“A child?” I asked, already turning toward the front hall. “Alone?”“That’s what he said. Found him wandering near the Hollow.”I frowned. “No one lives near the Hollow. No one should be near the Hollow.”“That’s what makes it strange.”That made two of us.I arrived at the entrance just as the gate creaked open again. The guards had already formed a cautious half-circle around the stranger.He wasn’t tall, but he stood like someone who’d fought b
Liam’s POVThe gate creaked open with a familiar groan, one I used to find comforting. Now, it echoed like a warning through my bones.I glanced at Astrid beside me. She hadn’t said much since we left the clearing—just nodded when I told her we were heading back to regroup. Her silence wasn’t empty; it was loaded. Disappointment, grief, anger… all of it bleeding into the air between us.The pack house stood tall against the early dusk, its windows lit like hollow eyes. Home. But nothing about it felt like that anymore.As we crossed the threshold, the scent of pinewood and ash hit me. I used to take pride in the order of this place—how wolves moved with purpose, how they trusted me. But what did any of that matter when I couldn’t protect what mattered most?I ran a hand through my hair and turned to Astrid. “You can wait in my office. I won’t be long.”She gave me a slow nod but didn’t look at me. Not really. Her eyes were scanning the walls, the halls… maybe searching for memories of
Scarlett’s POVBy the time I got to Kai’s house, the boy was finally asleep. It took longer than I expected. He kept looking around with those wide, curious eyes, asking when he was going to see his mum again. I told him she was resting. That she needed time. That she said it was okay for him to come with me.He believed me.Kai opened the door before I even knocked. He stood there, shirtless, tattoos climbing across his collarbones, his face as unreadable as ever.“You brought the kid,” he said.“No point dragging this out,” I replied and stepped inside.I laid River on the couch gently. He didn’t stir. He was exhausted. That worked in my favor.“Is that him?” Kai asked.“Yes.”He came closer and looked at River’s face for a few seconds. “He looks like you.”I raised an eyebrow. “Of course he does. He’s my sister’s son.”Kai crouched down beside the couch and studied the boy in silence. Then he stood again. “We need to erase his memory,” I said. “He can’t know who he is. He can’t re