LOGINAlice’s POV The whole table froze. Drake set his glass down without drinking. John turned toward me. Damian's fork stopped halfway to his plate.Lucian looked around, fork still up, not getting why everyone had gone quiet."What?" he said.Damian recovered first. He grabbed the bread basket and set it by Lucian's plate. "Nothing. Eat your dinner.""I'm done." Lucian pushed his plate away. "So? Do you want me to?"Benjamin set his fork down. This time he didn't look at me. He looked at Lucian."That's a big question, buddy.""It's not that big." Lucian shrugged. "You and Mom live in Blue Moon. I live here. If you go back, I either go with you or I stay here. I want to know which one."I hadn't heard him put it that clean before. He was right. Nothing about it was complicated for him. Somebody had to decide, and nobody had.David leaned in. "Lucian, you don't have to decide anything tonight.""I'm not deciding. I'm asking." He looked at me. "Mom?"I set my napkin down. "I don't know ye
Alice's POVI woke up before sunrise and just lay there listening to the house. No alarms. No patient files. No emergency calls. For the first time in years I had nowhere I had to be.Laughter came up through the window. I got up, crossed the room, and shoved it open. Down on the training field Benjamin was crouched low, walking Lucian through a defensive stance. Damian stood a few feet back with his arms crossed, correcting both of them every few seconds. Lucian lunged. Benjamin caught him. The boy's laugh hit me clear up on the third floor.I smiled before I even knew I was doing it.Breakfast was loud. Lucian sat between me and Benjamin, talking with his mouth half-full about some dream with a horse in it. Then he poured chocolate milk and reached straight for the pepper shaker."Since when do you like spicy food?" I asked."Since always," he said.I looked at Benjamin. He shrugged. "I'm learning too."Lucian piled mushrooms on his plate, then picked every single one out and lined
John’s POVI gave up on sleep around five in the morning. Instead of lying there staring at the ceiling, I put my shoes on and headed outside.The Shadow Moon estate is a lot bigger than anything we have at Blue Moon. The courtyards are wider, the training fields are longer, and there’s more glass and stone than wood. I’ve been here almost a week and I still get lost in the place.I took the path behind the residence toward the eastern courtyard. I heard voices before I even got there.Benjamin stood by the goalposts with a ball under one arm. Lucian was in front of him, hands on his knees, catching his breath.“Again,” Benjamin said. “Lock your ankle this time. Last one flopped like a fish.”“It did not.”“It absolutely did.”Lucian laughed and ran at the ball. He kicked it. The ball sailed wide and skidded across the grass.Benjamin didn’t say anything about the miss. He jogged after the ball, brought it back, and set it down in front of his son.“Try again. You’re closer than you t
BENJAMIN’S POVCallum’s voice had the same edge in it that it had the night Lisa threw John Marlow through a bookcase.“When exactly did you confirm this?”“The ridge scent came in an hour ago. That’s the new part. We already knew the rest this morning.” Paper rustled on his end. “The teams went back down to the gorge after the rain. The bank shifted and opened up a section that used to be under mud. There was a campsite in it.”“Lisa?”“We found proof she was there.” He read it out flat. “A fire pit with fresh burn marks. Empty water bottles. A box of painkillers two years out of date. Bandages soaked through. Strips torn off the prison clothes she was wearing when she went in. And silver-gray fur caught on the thorns along the ridge.”I shut my eyes.“Morwen ran the blood,” Callum said. “It’s hers.”The corridor was quiet. Down the hall, Lucian was laughing at something Drake said. It sounded like it came from another building, another life.“You were right,” Callum said. “She survi
BENJAMIN’S POVI watched my son walk across the hallway last night and put his mother right between us. He didn’t even stop to think about it. After that, I couldn’t sleep at all.The guest suite had a soft bed, thick curtains, and a window that looked out over the eastern gardens. None of that helped. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that hallway watching him do it again. Three years ago he heard me say four words, and he’d carried them with him ever since. No one told him to. I just stared at the ceiling until the sky turned gold, then got dressed and left the room.The kitchen was already busy. Two staff members moved pans between the counter and the stove. Someone stacked plates. The radio played quietly under everything. Alice stood by the window holding a cup with both hands, laughing at something an older woman was telling her.I stopped in the doorway. I hadn’t heard my wife laugh like that in years.Then a second laugh came in under hers—smaller but louder at the s
DAMIAN’S POV“What flowers?”Benjamin was still on one knee in the middle of my front hall. His son held onto my sister’s sleeve. He asked the question again. No one spoke until I did.I had practiced this a hundred times. In the car. While I shaved. Lying awake at three in the morning when the house was quiet. Not one of those times had me kneeling in front of my sister with forty people listening.“Every year we took Lucian somewhere on his birthday,” I said.Lucian lifted his head from Alice’s shoulder.“I always picked the flowers myself.”Alice kept running her hand through his hair. She never looked at him. She looked at me.“We never took him to a grave,” I said. “He wasn’t dead, so there was no grave. There’s a hill above the compound, on the far side of the east road. One big oak tree stands on it. We started going there on his first birthday. It became our thing.”“And the flowers.”“He puts them under the tree. Then he closes his eyes and makes one wish.”“What wish?” Alice
ALICE’S POVI should have taken Lucian home.I should have picked him up, carried him away from this festival of false joy and false hope, and tucked him into bed with a story, a kiss, and a promise that tomorrow would be better.But I didn’t. Because Lucian wanted to see the fireworks. And I could
ALICE’S POVThe Blue Moon Festival was Lucian’s idea of heaven and my four-year plan of endurance.He’d been talking about it for weeks—the lanterns, the fireworks, the honey cakes from the booth near the stage. When he’d asked, he’d pressed both hands together like he was praying, eyes wide, and I
Alice’s POV"What?""Is this your new plan? To trap me again?" Benjamin’s voice dripped with contempt. "Did you run out of tricks, Alice? Is faking our son’s terminal illness really the best you could come up with?"I couldn’t breathe. The hospital hallway seemed to close in around me, the walls pr
ALICE’S POVI hadn't slept. I'd counted his breaths instead.It had been four hours since Lucian collapsed at breakfast. Four hours since I’d screamed loud enough to wake every wolf on our floor of the western wing. Now the monitors did the counting for me — soft, steady, mechanical as my son slept







