LOGINALICE’S POVThe phone slipped out of my hand and hit the desk. I didn’t hear it land. All I heard was my brother’s voice on the other end.“Yes. Lucian is alive. He’s safe. He’s here and he’s fine. He’s been fine this whole time—”My legs gave out. Benjamin caught me before I hit the floor. He held on tight. I could feel his hands, but nothing else.He got me into the chair by the window and crouched in front of me.“Alice.”“He said yes,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine. “I asked him straight out and he said yes.”“I heard him.”“He said Lucian is alive.”“I know. I heard the whole thing.”I still had the file clutched against my chest. The clock on his desk ticked loud in the quiet room.Then the crying hit me all at once. I couldn’t get a full breath.“My son,” I managed. “My baby is alive.”I laughed in the middle of the sobs. The sound scared me. It didn’t sound human. Then the laugh broke into more crying and I just let it happen.“Three years, Benjamin. Three birthdays.
Damian’s POVI had the phone to my ear before the second ring. I was smiling, because for two days I’ve known my sister is finally coming home.“Alice—” I started but her voice caught me off.She didn’t say hello. Her voice was low and breaking at the edges.“Is my son Lucian alive?”Everything in me stopped. Three years of keeping one secret, gone in five words. I couldn’t find a lie anywhere in my head to put in front of it. I wouldn’t have used one even if I could.“Yes.” The word came out too fast, rougher than I meant. “Lucian is alive. He’s safe. He’s here and he’s fine and he’s been fine for—”The line went dead. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it for a minute more, trying to figure out what just happened “Damn,” I said, to nobody. Not because I was angry. I never once wanted her to find out like that. I wanted her to come home so we can finally talk but I guess that’s not happening again.There was a knock. The door opened before I answered it. Drake came in a
Damian’s POV I lied to my sister about her son. It’s cost me sleep every night for three years.The office was dark. The warm cup of coffee next to me had gone cold an hour ago. Outside the window, the training field out east was empty. In front of me was a folder I’ve only opened maybe four times since the day Lucian was discharged from the hospital.I closed my eyes and let the memory pull me towards everything that happened that nightI was driving back from a border meeting when I saw a woman down on the gravel holding a little boy. My wolf already knew who she was from fifty yards away.My sister Alice.I hit the brakes so hard the car spun on the dark road. She was already screaming before I got the door open.“Somebody help me! My son can’t breathe!”Lucian was four at the time. His lips were blue. His skin was burning hot through his shirt. His breathing came in short, rough scrapes with a rattle underneath.“What happened?” I got down on the gravel beside her.“He collapsed
Alice’s POV The staff on the door already knew. News like that moves through a compound faster than smoke.Benjamin was in his study.Neither of us said anything at first. It wasn’t awkward. It was the other kind—where both people have way too much to say and no idea how to start.“So,” he said. “This is goodbye then.”“My brothers have waited three years for me to come home. They’ve been patient about it. They’re out of patience.”He crossed the room toward me slow.“Is there anything at all that would make you stay?”I already had the answer ready and still needed a second to get it out.“My place is with my family, Benjamin. They’ve lost enough already.”“Alice—”“And Blue Moon doesn’t need me now. You’ve got Morwen. She’s ready. I’ve left her everything I know.”“I disagree with the first half of that.” He stopped a few feet away. “The pack still needs you.”He waited a beat. “So do I.”The confession wasn’t romantic. It was honest. Raw. And coming late.My eyes filled with tears.
ALICE’S POVThree weeks after Lisa went off that cliff, they’re still searching every morning.Started with twelve teams. Down to six now. Nobody ever called it off. Wolves still go out at first light along the water and through the allied territories and come back at dusk with the same thing. No body. No scent. No clothes.Most of the pack’s already buried her in their heads. Benjamin hasn’t. I quit arguing with him about it the night he signed that decree.Everything else around here’s starting to heal up.Kids are playing in the square again. Hunters bring game through the gates. Market’s full of bread and fruit and cloth laid out on the stalls. People say good morning to me on the road. Moms let their kids run up to me without yanking them back.I stood at the clinic window my last morning just listening to the blacksmith’s hammer and some kids yelling down by the school.Blue Moon’s okay. Took six weeks and cost more than I can even put a number on. But it’s okay.My work here’s
Alice’s POVAfternoon dragged like afternoons do. When the last patient left I sat at my desk and watched the light fade off the square.Lisa’s either dead at the bottom of that river or she’s alive somewhere downstream, and nobody in this whole territory can tell me which.Locked up at six. Rell and Tomas were standing in the exact same spot I left them nine hours ago. Neither of them said a word about it.“Back to the Alpha House, Doctor?”“Yeah. Back to the Alpha House.”Walk up was cold and quiet. Cooking smoke hung low over the houses. Windows lit up yellow one by one as we climbed.Front door opened before I could knock. One of the staff stepped back to let me in.“Doctor Watson. Alpha’s in the dining room.”House was warm. Smelled like roasted meat and fresh bread. My stomach flipped so hard I put a hand on it.Walked down the hall. Door was half open. I pushed it wider and just… stopped.Benjamin was setting the table.He’d changed out of the formal shit into a plain shirt wit
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
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







