登入BENJAMINE'S POVThe files on my desk had an order. Four years of running this pack and I could put my hand on anything in the dark. That morning I spent twenty minutes looking for a report I had filed myself, and found it under my left hand the moment Lisa walked in without knocking.She hadn't knocked in two years. She'd given up the habit around the time she started treating gaps in my schedule like standing invitations. I heard the door and kept my eyes on the desk for a moment before I looked up.“Benjamin. We need to talk.” She said.“I’m busy.”“It’s about her.”I looked up. Lisa’s expression was composed, but her eyes were sharp. She’d been waiting for this conversation, I could see it in the way she’d settled into the chair, the way her hands were folded in her lap with the particular stillness of someone who had rehearsed.“The screening program is running smoothly,” I said. “If you have concerns about the medical team, direct them to Dr. Marlow.”“My concerns aren’t about th
Benjamin POVI started finding reasons to visit the clinic.The first time, it was a legitimate consultation — a pediatric case with symptoms that overlapped with the Velmir’s screening protocols. I reviewed the chart with Morwen, asked the necessary questions, and left. The second time was a supply requisition that needed an Alpha’s signature. The third time was a staffing issue Callum could have handled in his sleep.By the fourth visit, I stopped pretending I had a reason.I told myself it was about the research. The screening program was the most significant medical initiative Blue Moon had undertaken in years. It deserved the Alpha’s attention. It deserved oversight and support and regular check-ins to ensure everything was running smoothly.I knew it was about her.I watched her from the edges of rooms and the ends of corridors, careful never to get close enough to require acknowledgment. She was extraordinary at her work — gentle with the children, direct with the parents, prec
ALICE’S POVI was at the nursing station when the girl came in first.The morning had been quiet. I had noticed that, without pushing past it.She was a few steps ahead of her mother, chin down, hands in her jacket pockets, shoulders drawn in. I noticed her height before I knew whose she was — tall for her age, dark-eyed, her gaze moving across the waiting area without settling on anything. I didn't know who she belonged to until I looked past her and saw Lisa Scott coming through behind her.Lisa crossed the room already looking at me. Her hair was up, her dress dark and well-fitted, and her expression held the pleasantness she kept near the surface for situations like this."Dr. Watson." She smiled. "How unexpected.""Mrs. Scott." I looked at Lily. "Is she here for the screening?""Lily is perfectly healthy." Lisa's voice was pleasant. It always was when she wanted something to land without leaving a mark. "We're just curious. The whole pack is talking about your program."I looked
BENJAMIN’S POVI heard her before I saw her.Her voice carried across the corridor— not the words, just the shape of them, the way she moved through a sentence without pausing to check if the other person was still following.I had been walking toward the administrative building. My feet stopped. I hadn't decided that. They just stopped.She was at the entrance to the pediatric wing, tablet under one arm, her free hand moving at something on the door frame. The nurse beside her had the posture of someone receiving clear directions and grateful for them.I stayed where I was.She'd cut her hair. It sat just above her shoulders now, practical and nothing else, and she wasn't reaching up to check it the way she used to — that small automatic move, the one that had always meant is this still acceptable, am I still okay. She wasn't checking anything.She'd gained weight too, healthy weight, and her shoulders sat back without effort, the way they do when no one has been asking you to make y
ALICE’S POVThe screening clinic filled up fast.I worked through the first hour without lifting my head much — blood draws, vitals, one result that needed more careful explanation than most. The rhythm was steady. After three years building this program I knew how to run it, and I ran it without thinking about anything except the patient in front of me.Some of the parents recognized me. I could tell by the slight pause before they answered intake questions, the second look at my name tag, the careful expression of someone deciding not to ask.I had been their Luna once — present at functions, filling a role, invisible in any way that mattered. Four years of that, and then I was gone. Whatever they had built to make sense of it, none of them brought it to my face.I was glad for that. I kept working.By mid afternoon we had caught two early markers. Children who would need follow-up, families who now knew what they were dealing with before there was less time to deal with it.I wrote
ALICE’S POVThe pines reached the car before the border did. Cold resinous smell through the cracked window. My lungs knew it before the rest of me decided anything. I kept my eyes on the folder in my lap for another thirty seconds. Then I looked up.Same road. Same stone wall where the territory started. Same curve of the river through the gap in the trees, running grey and indifferent. I had rebuilt myself in pieces, city by city, credential by credential. This place had spent that entire time not noticing. The river didn't care. The pines didn't care. They had just kept existing.The last time I'd seen that stretch of water, Lucian was four. He'd been trying to catch frogs with his bare hands and fell sideways off the bank. He came up dripping and muddy and entirely satisfied. He looked up at me from the riverbank with his face streaked brown and said again? I'd laughed until my chest hurt.I looked back down at the folder."We're expected at the pack house," John said beside me. H







