Mag-log inHey everyone 💛Quick but honest update: exams start next week, and I need to fully focus, so updates will pause until August 1st.I don't take your support lightly. School is how I'm building my future, but you guys are a big part of what keeps me going while I do it — every read, every comment, every vote. You've made this more than just a story to me, and I hope it's more than that to you too.I won't be updating, but I'll be thinking about this story (and you) the whole time. Same characters, same world, waiting for me on the other side of exam week.While I'm gone — what part of the story are you most excited to get back to? I'd love to read your guesses about what's coming next 👀See you August 1st. Wish me luck 🤍
ALICE'S POVThe floorboard outside my door groaned, slow and deliberate, and every muscle in me went tight.I'd been awake anyway. Sleep wasn't coming — every time I shut my eyes I got Lily reaching for the mug, the same three seconds on a loop, and no amount of lying still made it stop. So when I heard the first creak, I knew it was not the house settling. It was more like someone shifting their footing right outside, on the other side of the wood.Don't open it for anyone you don't recognize by voice first.I slid off the bed as quiet as I could and took the heavy flashlight off the nightstand. Not much of a weapon. But it was better than my bare hands.Another sound came through, just a faint scrape, someone adjusting where they stood again. Whoever had measured that poison for me hadn't finished. I was as sure of it as I've ever been sure of a fever before the thermometer said so. I set my thumb over the switch, took a grip I could swing from, and put my back to the wall beside t
ALICE'S POVCallum came back an hour later, carrying a folded note and a thin folder instead of his notebook. "The Alpha asked me to give you this."The folder held a copy of his order — clinic secured, investigators assigned, evidence preserved. The note was three lines, no signature.I know you didn't do this. I'm not stopping until everyone else knows too. Stay safe.I opened my desk drawer to put it somewhere safe, and stopped. The blue mug used to sit in this drawer when I wasn't using it — Benjamin's replacement, the one he'd quietly left for me weeks ago. It wasn't there now. It was in an evidence bag somewhere, in pieces, tagged and logged, the last thing he'd given me turned into proof of how a child had died. I laid the note in the empty space where it used to sit and closed the drawer."Thank you," I said."He's not going to stop. You should know that.""What happens now — the investigation?""The examiner's report should be back by morning. Once we know exactly what was i
ALICE'S POVIt’s barely twenty four hours since Lily and I haven’t moved from where I sat on the floor in my room. I wasn't a prisoner. Nobody had said I couldn't leave but I couldn’t get my legs to function without feeling like I was falling.I could still see her face this morning, on her way to school waving at me. How did she end up in my office dead. And to think she had drank from my cup.No matter how much I try, I still can’t wrap my head around what happened. Rather than just sat around wondering, I decided to make my way back to where it all started.The walk to the clinic should have taken five minutes. It took twice that, and not because I walked slow. Every step cost something.The fountain sat empty. The children who usually circled it had been kept home. In the training yard, warriors stopped mid-spar, hands still on their hilts, eyes following me across the compound like I was something that might go off.Sena pulled her daughter in behind her skirt as I passed. Anothe
LISA'S POVSorin walked on my left. Callum a step behind. Nobody said anything the whole way back to my door. Someone had put a coat over my shoulders at some point. I couldn't have told you whose. Whoever did it had meant to shield me from the cold but what about the pain of losing the one person in my life that meant everything to me.I hated every second my feet took me further away from the clinic. But what I hated more is the house behind us still holding somebody's whole family, still breathing like the compound hadn't just lost the reason i was breathing for.At my door they waited to be asked in. I shrugged off the coat off my shoulders and handed it back to Callum and put my hand flat on the frame instead."I want to be left alone."Sorin hesitated. "Lisa—""Please." The word cracked down the middle. "I need to be alone."She nodded, slow. "If you need anything at all—""I know."They left. I locked the door behind them and stood in the dark with my hands folded into fist. Th
LISA'S POVI remember this morning. Every piece of it.Lily had brushed her own hair, tongue caught between her teeth in full concentration, that same fierce look she'd worn every morning for weeks now — telling me she didn't need help anymore. She missed a knot near the back. I should have fixed it. I let her have the pride instead."I want cereal," she said at breakfast. "Not toast.""We don't have cereal, baby.""You said you'd buy some.""I did say that." I laughed, small and warm, the kind of laugh that made forgetting sound like a gift I'd been saving for her. "I forgot.""You always forget." A sigh big enough for a nine-year-old carrying the whole weight of the world. "Fine. Toast."She ate it standing up, crumbs going all over the floor I'd just swept. I didn't scold her. I should have scolded her — should have made her sit, made her chew, made her stay one more minute at that table."Can I visit Dr. Watson after school? I made her a new drawing. A blue wolf. Like the one I ma
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 POVThe days that followed had a rhythm I didn’t trust.Benjamin came every morning. He actually sat at the table — something I still hadn’t gotten used to — and ate whatever I put in front of him. He returned every evening and stayed until Lucian’s eyes drifted shut.Four mornings in a row
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







