LOGINDante’s POVThe growl comes again, very faint; actually, I almost miss it.I heard him refuse.My fingers are tight on the rail. The training yard is dead below us. Rainwater drips off the roof and hits the steps in a slow, regular rhythm.“Dante?” Morgana says.I turn to her. I want to say it, I really do. But the words are stuck in my throat. For days I've been terrified to hope at all. To say it out loud would be to risk losing it."My wolf," I whisper. "I heard him."She goes still.Owen, halfway through opening his medical bag, looks up. "What did you hear?""He said he heard Marcus refuse."Marcus takes a step back as if I've just accused him of something.I close my eyes again.Are you there?Nothing.The silence comes back so sharply I nearly double over.Owen sits me down in the infirmary, checks my pulse, has a look at the mark on my wrist, and then asks me to describe the voice without in the least suggesting an answer."It sounded like him," I say. "Not a voice through a s
Dante’s POVMarcus is still in the doorway when Hale asks him to say it again."Holt had you sign that title?" she asks on the phone."Yes." He looks at me. "The evening before you made me Alpha, he said everyone knew your wolf was failing. He wanted me ready."I remember that evening. Owen had ordered me to rest; Morgana had absolutely refused to budge and stayed right with me; and Marcus had gone on an extra patrol without so much as a word."You told me Holt asked about guard numbers."“He did. I didn’t tell you the rest.”Morgana folds her arms. I can feel her disappointment right across the room.“Then start now,” she says.We go to the library as Julian needs a table for the old docs. Hale stays on the line, taking Marcus's statement down with his consent."Holt brought two papers," Marcus says. "One gave me command of the armed patrols. The other said I'd accept the sovereign burden should the Alpha be unable to serve.""What did he tell you that meant?" asks Hale."That the gu
Dante’s POVThe words stay with me all the way back to the Brotherhood.He didn't recognize his own son.I know what it's like to have a wolf in your head. I know what it's like to lose him. But to forget Ryker's face? That's a different matter entirely.That terrifies me more than either of them.Morgana picks up on the fact that I walk past the dining room without stopping.“You haven’t eaten.”“Neither have you.”“I had a sandwich.”“Half a sandwich.”She catches my sleeve. "You counted?""I was sitting beside you."Her expression changes completely. She's got it now; she understands what I haven't actually said. I'm trying to memorize the mundane so that if they ever do become strangers to me, I'll have that memory."Dante," she says, "we don't know why that man forgot his son."“I know.”“Then don't grieve over something that hasn't happened.”I want to promise her I won't. Instead, I follow her to dinner.Ryker's already at the table, having a right old struggle with the chicken
Morgana’s POVThe room is utterly silent after Mother's confession.Before speaking in Lina's voice, it spoke in mine.I look at her hands on the table. The scar across her palm looks older than I recall, quite pale against the skin."What did it say?" I ask.Mother swallows. 'It said I could have my daughter back if I gave it somewhere to live.'Dante shifts beside me. Hale's pen stops.“Where?” he asks.Mother looks at me instead of answering.I know that look. I used to see it when she was trying to work out how much truth a child could take."Don't do that," I say. "I'm not six anymore.""No." Her voice breaks. "You aren't."Dante listens, doesn't try to interrupt."I'd lost Lina three days previously. I hadn't slept at all. I went to the seer as I'd heard she could talk to the dead. She warned me off doing it. I went back without her."She describes the black case: a carved wooden box, a small silver latch, Lina's ribbon inside. She'd said Lina's name and had begged for an answer
Morgana’s POVThe caseworker offers Mara a private call first. My sister reads the message twice before she answers."No phone," she says. "They made me speak into machines for years. If she wants to talk to me, I want to see her."Hale doesn't in the least bit try to change her mind. She calls the county office and asks whether they can arrange a supervised meeting without her having to give Eveline's address.By midday we're at the family services building outside town for our appointment. Hale confirms that the visitor has been cross-checked against the county records we previously had. She also cautions us that the cross-check doesn't answer the questions about what happened afterward.Mara gets to pick who goes in the room."Just me," she says. Pauses and then catches my expression. "Not because I don't want you. Because I've never had her to myself."I kiss her forehead."Take all the time you need."When we leave, Mara folds her mother's letter into the pocket of her coat. She'
Morgana’s POVHale says 'Mrs Bell' as if it might shatter something.I'm staring at the page. My mother has written down a woman who's been looking after Ada for weeks, a woman I've spoken to over a couple of cups of weak tea.“Call her,” I say."I'll ask her to speak to us," says Hale. "We shouldn't be in any position to assume she knows where Eveline is."Dante is right up close; our sleeves are actually touching. Neither of us says a word about what happens if she doesn't.The call comes on the fourth ring. There's a clatter of trays, then Mrs Bell's voice.“Inspector? Is Ada alright?”“She’s safe. I need to ask about someone who went by the name Eliza Vale.”A long silence follows.“Where on earth did you hear that name?” asks Mrs Bell.Hale puts the call on speaker with Mrs Bell's consent."A former resident of Greyhaven had you listed as a representative for her daughters," she says. "We think the resident in question was Eveline."Mrs Bell takes a slow breath out."I knew Eliza
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta







