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
Astrid’s POV“Wait,” Liam said, reaching for my arm. “Astrid—just stop for a second.”I yanked away from him and kept walking. My feet were sore, my eyes dry from crying too long, but my body wouldn’t stop moving because if I stopped now—if I paused for even one breath—I’d remember River wasn’t beside me. I’d remember he was out there, in the hands of a woman who didn’t deserve him, and I wouldn’t know how to survive it.He caught up beside me again. “You’re not thinking straight.”“Of course I’m not!” I snapped, spinning to face him. “My son is gone, Liam! I don’t get to think straight!”“I know—”“No, you don’t know,” I said, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “You don’t know what it’s like to carry a child inside you, to feel every breath, every kick, and then spend five years hiding him, loving him, keeping him alive—only to lose him in the blink of an eye. Because someone you trusted handed him over without even knowing who the hell she was!”Liam flinched.Good.He should
Liam’s POVI couldn’t bring myself to sit down.After she left the room, after I watched her walk out of the house with that broken look on her face, after she told me she didn’t trust me anymore—I just stood there. In the same spot. My hands open. My mouth dry. My head screaming.Because I knew.I knew what I’d done.I didn’t need more time to process it. I didn’t need someone else to point it out. I didn’t need a punishment or a lecture or a list of reasons to feel like shit—I knew.She trusted me with the one thing she loved more than anything in this world, the only person who kept her grounded when everything else had already been taken away from her, and I handed him off like a fucking package to someone I didn’t even know.I betrayed her.Worse than that—I didn’t even realize I was doing it until it was too late.And now that the fog was gone, now that I wasn’t under her voice, her suggestions, her subtle manipulation, her carefully phrased guilt trips and half-truths—I could s
Astrid’s POVThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was wrong.I sat up fast.The window was cracked. The air was cold. And the space beside me on the bed was empty.I pulled the blanket off, stood, and walked straight to River’s room without thinking — That’s how I knew before I opened the door.His bed was empty.His fox plush was still there, half-hanging off the mattress.His boots were gone.My heart dropped so fast I forgot how to breathe for a second.“River?”I spun around, already walking fast to my room.“Liam.”He didn’t respond. He was lying on his side, back to the door, body stiff like he hadn’t moved in hours.“Liam.”He stirred, groggy, voice low. “Mm?”“Where is he?”He turned over, blinking. “What?”“River. He’s not in his bed. His boots are gone.”He sat up fast.I watched his face.“Where is he?” I repeated.He swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbed his hands over his face like he was trying to scrub away what he’d done.“Liam,” I said again, my voic