LOGINJOHN'S POVThe cup Alice brought me yesterday was still sitting where she'd set it down, empty. I'd drunk out of it and hadn't moved it since.I'd had the notebook out of that cabinet again before first light — one page, one name.I'd spent an hour that morning trying to talk myself out of it. I'd like to be wrong. A woman who's buried her only child is owed kindness, not a doctor sitting in the dark building a case against her out of one sentence.And the sentence wouldn't leave me alone. So at six o'clock I sent a boy up the hill to fetch Benjamin. They came fast — Benjamin first, Callum behind him, and Drake last, shutting the door behind him.I hadn't expected Drake. I nodded to all three and asked nothing, though the fact sat there anyway — Benjamin didn't sit down. He went straight to the point."The boy said you'd found something.""I've found someone."That got their attention.I slid the council transcript across the desk, open to the page, and put my finger on one line."Her
BENJAMIN'S POVI was awake before the alarm went off, and the first thing in my head was my conversation with Alice last night. She had helped identify the masking scent and now I can’t stop thinking about who would have gone through all that trouble to either cover their tracks or mislead the investigation from the very beginning.I showered and got ready before making it down to my office. The day didn’t wait for an Alpha to sort through his thoughts before it barges in.I barely made it to my seat before the door was thrown open and Callum walked into my office with the morning reports."Northern border's been quiet. The water supply in the northern quarters has been fixed and the new pipe's in place, and the last two of those children who came down with fever went back home this morning." He set the first folder down. “The eastern woodland search found nothing further—the rain washed out most of the remaining tracks."I signed the reports one after another. Border patrol. Supply r
ALICE'S POVThe last patient of the day was a carpenter in his seventies who'd split his own firewood for forty years and wasn't about to stop now.I strapped his wrist while he counted off every reason a man his age didn't need help carrying logs."You'll be young again in two weeks. Only if you stay off the axe."He laughed. "I'll disappoint my sons if I start behaving sensibly.""They'll survive it."I walked him to the door. He stopped in the doorway, his good hand flat on the frame, eyes down on the floor."I shouldn't have believed those things people were saying." It came out rough. "You've looked after my family for years. I forgot that."I didn't make him say it twice."Take the tablets. Stay off the axe."He grinned, and I watched the relief go through him, and he headed off down the path. I waited until he turned the corner before I shut the door.Another one. I'd stopped counting them weeks ago, stopped expecting them, and they kept coming anyway.I was in the examination
JOHN'S POVI was the first one in the building. Nobody had come for the crates yet, so two of them still sat by the back door, empty electrolyte bottles from the northern quarters waiting to go back to the supply house.Twelve children sick, and every one of them home in their own bed. First week in a month where the work had done what work's supposed to do.I went past my desk, past the morning's files, and unlocked the cabinet with her name on it.Lily Scott.The investigation had stopped moving. Cora was dead. Alice was back at work and the pack wanted her back. The council wanted the file shut. Out in the waiting room people were talking about ordinary things again — weather, roofs, whose son was getting married. Nobody had mentioned Lily Scott's name to me in a week.And something in that file wouldn't sit still.So I took it all out and laid it across the desk in order. The toxicology. Every witness statement. My own notes from that afternoon, in handwriting I could barely read b
LISA'S POVI went up to the Alpha House before noon. The guards had the door open before I made the top step, and they know better than to ask what I want. Nobody's asked me what I want since the day my daughter died.Somebody said he was in a meeting, so I sat on the bench by the window and waited.Benjamin came through a few minutes later, ink on two fingers, a stack of reports wedged under one arm. He set them down on the side table before he turned to me. He wouldn't have done that for most people. He looked tired. I'd bet he hasn't slept since they found Cora's body."I'm sorry to interrupt," I said. "I just wanted to see you.""You're not interrupting."I looked down at my hands and let a moment go by before I went on. "I need a favor. I can't pack Lily's room. I get as far as the door and then I stop." A breath got away from me. "Four times now."I didn't ask him to sit with me, or hold my hand, or tell me it would pass. I let it sit there instead, and let him look at me while
BENJAMIN'S POVCallum didn't knock. He was through the door before I'd got my jacket back on the hook, shoulders still wet from the woods."Children from the northern quarters. Six of them are down with the same thing since midnight.""What do you mean?""High fever. Vomiting. Can't keep down food or water. One of the toddlers almost died around three."I took the jacket back off."Has John seen them?""He's at the clinic. Same as doctor Watson."Six children sick in one night, in one row of houses, three weeks after somebody in this territory measured out a poison for a grown woman and a nine-year-old drank it instead. I carried that thought as far as the vehicle and made myself put it down there. A man who's spent three weeks hunting a poisoner will find one in a rainstorm if nobody stops him."Get me John first. Before anything else."The waiting room was full past the walls. Every bench gone, parents standing down both sides with children over their shoulders, a baby going hard ag
ALICE’S POVBy the time I walked into the hospital room, I had composed myself completely. My face was set.Lucian was awake, sitting up in bed. His face brightened the moment he saw me."Mommy. You came back.""I came back." I lifted him into my arms. He smelled like baby shampoo, antiseptic, and
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
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 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







