LOGINLisa’s POVCole let himself in an hour later, no knock, just the click of the door."Productive day?" he asked."Very." I handed him the folder like it was something precious I was trusting to him, which, in its way, it was.He read through it, his face giving me nothing. "This is thorough.""I'm building something." I said it the way I'd say I'm planting a garden — something patient, something that would bloom into gratitude in time, once people understood."So I see." He closed the folder. "And when you're done — when Benjamin doubts her and the pack turns — what do you actually get?"I opened my mouth. Nothing came, which had never once happened to me in front of Cole before."That's not the point," I said, finding the warmth again a beat too late to cover the gap."It is the point. What is it?""I'll know when I get there." I smiled saying it, the way I smile at anything I haven't decided how to answer yet.He nodded like he'd expected that answer and wished he hadn't been right.
LISA'S POVThe drawing was still propped against the lamp when I sat down — the blue wolf, the woman in the white coat, their shoulders nearly touching, the two of them standing closer than anyone in this house had ever stood for me. I turned it face-down before I picked up the pen. Some things a mother handles quietly, before anyone even has to watch her do it.Six names. Six people who trusted me enough to come and talk, because I've always been the kind of woman people trust.Harris first. A guard, night shift, off duty since dawn, and looking like he'd rather be anywhere but that chair."I'm not in trouble?" he asked."Routine information gathering." I said it gently, the way you'd promise a child the doctor won't hurt a bit.He eased up and gave me exactly what I needed — Alice walked the compound alone at night, past midnight, more than once. He left thinking he'd helped a worried mother look after her own. I wrote: Walks alone at night. No oversight. Someone had to notice. It m
ALICE’S POVTwo nurses stopped talking when I came around the corner into the break room. Not the wary silence from before — a different one, shaped, like I’d walked into the middle of something.I found the shape of it an hour later. The door between my office and the supply room — the one Morwen kept shut for the stuck hinge — had a rubber wedge under it that hadn’t been there yesterday. A straight line from my desk to the shelf Benjamin restocked every morning.I picked the wedge up, set it back exactly where I’d found it, and went back to my desk. Let them look.Marta brought coffee to the desk without being asked, set it down, and didn’t leave — stood a second longer than a coffee delivery needed, waiting to see if I’d say something. I didn’t. She picked up a folder that wasn’t hers, put it back exactly where it had been, and left.I had patients. I didn’t have time to wonder what either of them wanted.Callum found me in the corridor after that.“Dr. Watson.” He fell into step l
JOHN'S POVMorwen took the box out of my hands before I noticed I still had it."You've restocked that shelf three times," she said. "It doesn't need restocking.""I was counting it.""You weren't counting it."The faucet in the corner was still dripping into the bucket somebody left there three days ago. Nobody had fixed that either."Something happen?" she said."Alice laughed. At Benjamin."Morwen picked up her clipboard and started counting syringe tips instead of answering. Forty seconds went by and she still hadn't looked up."That supposed to mean something?" she said."You tell me."She didn't. Just kept counting.-----Alice came in an hour later for a suture kit. I had it down before she asked."Thanks," she said."You seem different today.""Do I.""Lighter. Less like you're bracing for something."She reached for the kit. Her hand stopped halfway, unsure of itself for a second, then closed around it. "Benjamin brought me coffee this morning," she said. "Black. No sugar.""
BENJAMIN’S POV"You're humming."I stopped."I'm not.""You're humming. Loud enough I heard it from the hallway." Callum set the patrol log down. "You haven't hummed since—"He didn't finish. He didn't need to.I'd slept. All the way through, no dreams I could remember, and that hadn't happened in longer than I wanted to admit out loud."Morwen wants a supply audit before the next screening wave," I said. "I told her I'd come by this morning.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one you're getting."---Alice's office door was open when I got to the clinic. She was already talking before she looked up. "Morwen, do you have the—" She stopped when she saw it was me."I need the growth chart from June," she said. "Caleb's follow-up is at nine.""I have it in my office.""Then go get it."So I went and got it. When I came back I set the chart down on the corner of her desk, and a second cup of coffee with it — poured for no one, if I'm honest about it.She looked at the cup, then at me
ALICE'S POVThe tree was younger than I'd expected. An oak, slim but sturdy, planted on a ridge that caught the wind from every direction.Small wooden wolves hung from the lower branches on bits of twine — a dozen of them, maybe more, each one carved rough, each one different."I make a new one every year," Benjamin said. "On the day.""You carve them yourself.""Badly." He touched one, and the twine swayed. "I still sit here when it rains. I don't know why. I just don't want him to be alone in it."I looked at the wolves turning on their twine and didn't say anything for a while.Then I told him the truth instead."I wasn't at the funeral," I said.Benjamin went still."I was too broken to be there. I let Drake and Damian and David handle everything — the arrangements, the service, all of it. I couldn't make myself go."My voice came out steadier than I'd expected, for what it was carrying."I kept thinking, if I didn't see him like that — still, not moving — then some part of me co
Caleb's fever spiked just after midnight.Morwen's message came in while I was still at my desk. Alice was already up in the pediatric wing — she'd been there since we got back from the depot, making up the hours the drive had cost her.So I walked over.The corridors were quiet, the lights turned
ALICE’S POVThe supply depot sat at the edge of neutral territory — a warehouse big enough to hold medical equipment for half a dozen packs at once. Benjamin pulled into the loading bay and cut the engine."We're here," he said."I noticed."Inside, it was fluorescent-bright and smelled of sterile
Alice’s POVBenjamin didn't leave.He pressed himself against the far wall — out of the way, not in the way — and watched every move I made. That's a distinction most people don't understand until they've been in a room like that one.When Remy's mother arrived first, her face white, her hands alre
ALICE'S POVI made it to my quarters before my legs gave out.The door clicked shut behind me. The lock turned. My bag slid off my shoulder and hit the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my hands flat against my knees and tried to breathe.He’d hurt himself to see me. He’d cut his own







