LOGINAmma's Point of View
I stand with my arms wrapped around myself and watch them, my daughter and the man who taught me how to hold a baby. Kian listens to every word. He nods in the right places. He doesn't glance at his watch, or interrupt, or hurry her along, and she talks and talks, in the long, swooping, breathless loops of a child who's been starved of someone to tell. Her small hand is in his collar. She's twisting it round her fingers.
When she finally runs out of breath,
Evander's Point of ViewI stand there and let the noise break over me. Two hundred people on their feet, fists in the air, benches scraping against the floor, a chant that started with one man at the back and has now taken the roof. The sound goes through the floor into my boots. Brian has stopped trying to sit. James is shouting something I can't catch, with his thin hand clawing at the air.I haven't moved. I haven't said a word. I should have spoken already, a full minute ago, before the first voice at the back found its courage. I knew this was coming. Not today; I thought I had time. I thought I'd get her alone in the library, give her the letters myself, and watch her read them so she could explain what happened.Instead, I'm standing on a dais with a chain around my neck, and my mate is two feet from my elbow, and I'm doing nothing.I look at her. Looking at her is a risk. I know it as I turn my head. But I do it anyway, and I find she is already looking back at me.She's so p
Amma’s Point of ViewI stare at his hand, and for a second I almost take it. Instead, I climb the steps without taking his hand. He is not my husband.Isa comes with me, one stair at a time, gripping the hem of my cardigan. At the top, I stop beside him, a careful foot away, and he doesn't touch me. He turns to face the hall."Ladies and gentlemen."His voice carries to the back without effort."Some of you already know why we've gathered. For those who don't, I'll be brief. Five years ago, my mate left this territory. Over the course of that time, she bore me a child." He pauses. "This is Isadora. She's five years old. She is my daughter, and the heir to this pack."The silence comes immediately after he says the last word. No one says anything. Then, suddenly, as if on cue, a roar goes up from every side, a wall of voices, and I flinch. People are on their feet. Someone near the back shouts, "It can't be!" Brian is half out of his chair with his face purple. James has his hand raise
Amma's Point of View"Do I have to wear the tights?" Isadora complains as I try to get her ready."Yes.""They itch.""I know they itch." I'm on my knees on the bedroom rug with a hairbrush in one hand and a fistful of Isa's curls in the other. "Hold still. Just for a minute. If I pull, you tell me.""You're pulling," she complains before I can even brush her hair."I'm brushing.""It feels like pulling."She's wearing a classic heathered gray dress with a delicate white ruffled collar and bell sleeves tied with tiny red bows. It has red, white, and navy stripes along the hem, and she pairs it with crimson tights and shoes that look perfect on her.I've pinned her hair back with two clips, and she keeps reaching up to touch them. Her cheeks are pink from the washing. She looks very small and very serious, like a child going to a funeral."Mummy?""Mm.""What's an announcement?""It's when somebody tells a lot of people something important at the same time.""What are they telling?""A
Evander's Point of ViewHer room is dim and cool, smelling of lavender and clean sheets. I set her on the edge of the bed. She sits, breathing hard, with one hand clutched to her chest and the other fisted in the blanket, glaring at me. A strand of wet hair sticks to her cheek."What's wrong?" I say."Nothing.""Don't.""I'm telling you, it's...""What's wrong, Amma?" I crouch in front of her. My voice has dropped to something I barely recognize. "Tell me. Is it your chest? Your head? Is it the wound?"I reach for her face. I just want my palm on her cheek to know it's warm. That's all I want.The door bangs open."Alpha!"Sabrina comes first, out of breath, and behind her the doctor, with his bag already open in his hand. Rowlins. My hand is still an inch off her skin. Amma is looking straight at me. She doesn't blink, and neither do I, and it goes on far longer than it should.I take my hand back. I get up and go and stand by the window."Luna." Rowlins sits beside her. "Let's have
Evander's Point of ViewKian has his hand on her forehead.I'm halfway across the hall with Sabrina reading harvest numbers at my shoulder, and I stop hearing her mid-sentence. He's got two fingers against Amma's temple. Then he moves them to her cheek. Then her neck, touching her.He has his hands on her. He has his hands on what's mine.‘Ours,’ my wolf says. His voice is a low, rough rumble. ‘Get him off.’"Evander? The south valley, I was saying, we should settle it tonight, because the council...""Later."Kian bends closer to her. He says something I can't hear. She lets him. She stands in the lamplight with her face tilted up, pale and soft, and doesn't pull away, and I watch him cup the back of her head in his palm.I'm already moving across the polished floor. I notice that I'm still holding the council papers and that I've crushed them into a roll, and I drop them on a side table I pass without looking where they land. Sabrina's heels are clicking behind me, trying to keep up
Amma's Point of ViewI stand with my arms wrapped around myself and watch them, my daughter and the man who taught me how to hold a baby. Kian listens to every word. He nods in the right places. He doesn't glance at his watch, or interrupt, or hurry her along, and she talks and talks, in the long, swooping, breathless loops of a child who's been starved of someone to tell. Her small hand is in his collar. She's twisting it round her fingers.When she finally runs out of breath, she slides down his side and trots across the grass to me."Mummy.""Hello, my love.""Aunt Mira says we can do things now."I blink. "What things?""Things." She spreads her arms. "Like the pond. And the horses. And the tree house, if I'm careful. Aunt Mira says you're getting better, so we can.""Does she?" I look at Mira, who is walking towards us."She does." She turns to Mira, who has now reached us. "Right, Aunt Mira? We can ride ho







