LOGIN(Julian POV)
By the sixth hour, the scouts were running on nothing.
I could see it in the way Daniel moved with the slightly over-deliberate quality of someone compensating for a body that had been awake too long. Brett had stopped speaking entirely, which in someone his age meant he was past the point of social energy and operating on bare function. The two others, a wolf named Greg and a quieter one everyone called Sam, had been sitting on a rock
(Theo POV)I had stopped at the house first, the one I was still technically living in, unlocked the front door and gone through to the back room and taken the jacket off and looked at it and then folded it with the lapel facing inward so the stain was not visible and put it on the shelf at the top of the wardrobe behind the spare blanket. Then I put on the other jacket, the one I used for boundary work, heavier and older and not the jacket you wore when you were going somewhere that required it, and I went back out and locked the door and walked to Curtis's.The house was lit when I got there. I could see it from the end of the lane, the kitchen window warm and yellow in the dark, and I could hear voices when I was still ten meters away .I came through the door and Curtis looked up from the table and Jake looked up from the counter and Pete was on the bench with his boots off."Back," Curtis said."Back," I said.I hung the work jacket on the hook and went to the stove and put my ha
(Kai POV)The room was quiet for a long time after the door closed.I sat in the chair with my hand over Lena's and she lay flat on the bed looking at the ceiling and the lamp held its amber circle and outside the window the north garden was dark and neither of us moved and neither of us spoke and the room held us both in it and the silence was the kind that did not need filling.Then she made a sound.It was small, the first one, barely audible, the sound of something being held back that had run out of room to be held, and her face changed, not dramatically, not all at once, but the jaw that had been set released and the eyes that had been on the ceiling closed and the breath that had been careful around the ribs came out in a way that was not about the ribs at all, and then she was crying.Not quietly. Not the contained kind. She put her right hand over her face, the hand that had been under mine, and she turned her head to the
(Kai POV)Adler held the chart.He looked at it once more and then he set it on the side table with a care that had nothing to do with the chart and everything to do with his hands needing a moment, and then he looked at me and he said, "The follow-up assessment I conducted an hour ago found that the pregnancy is no longer viable."He said it plainly. No preamble, no softening architecture around it, just the words in the order they needed to be in, and I stood near the window and I heard them and I did not move."The heartbeat has stopped," he said. "I conducted the assessment twice before coming to this room. The result was the same both times." He kept his eyes on my face. "The trauma of the fall was significant enough to cause a disruption that the pregnancy could not sustain. This is not uncommon in cases involving this level of physical impact. It is not a reflection of anything Miss Graves did or did not do."I looked at the
(Kai POV)Diane came within ten minutes of being called.I heard her in the corridor before the door opened, her footsteps and the footsteps of someone else with her, and when the door opened it was Diane and a man I recognized as Dr. Adler, the compound's senior physician, who had not been in the room when they brought Lena in that afternoon.I stood up from the chair.Adler was a man in his late fifties with grey at his temples and the unhurried quality of someone who had been in rooms like this enough times that the room itself did not affect his pace. He came through the door and he looked at Lena first, the professional survey, taking in the bandage and the dressing and the position she was in, and then he looked at me.The second look held something the first one did not.I had seen that look before. The last time I had seen it I had been seventeen and standing in a different corridor in a different wing of this compou
(Kai POV)I had been watching the window when it happened.The north garden had gone fully dark hours ago and the lamp on the wall was still at its lowest setting and the cup Diane had left on the side table was cold and untouched and I had been sitting in the chair with my hand over Lena's and my eyes on the window because looking at her face for too many consecutive hours without movement produced a particular kind of strain that looking at the window periodically relieved without requiring me to leave the room.I was looking at the window when her fingers moved.Not dramatically, not a sudden grip or a reaching out, just the slight curl of the fingers under my palm, the small adjustment of a hand that had been still for hours and was beginning to remember that it belonged to someone. I looked down at her hand and then at her face.Her eyelids were moving.Her eyes opened.Not fully, not with clarity, just a narrow
(Kai POV)"Please, excuse us." Diane said as she and the other nurse carries Lena to the stretcher, after she was done with the imaging.They moved her to a proper room.While I try to follow them,"Please, I request for you to step out as it won't be advisable if you follow us in."I nodded then stayed where was, fifteen minutes later Diane came to find me in the corrido, my back against the wall and my arms crossed and my eyes on the door."The imaging confirmed concussion, but there has not been fracture.""Is that all?" I ask her."No, her ribs are cracked two on the left side." She told meI stood against the wall and listened and nodded and did not say anything until she finished."The room," I said."Third on the right," she said. "She has not woken yet. That is expected with a concussion of this grade. The next twelve hours are the window."I went to the third room on t







