Se connecterBENJAMIN’S POVWe reached the marker at half past nine at night, and I wasn't putting one man on that track until there was light to see it by.Callum said his mind in front of the others. He doesn't do that often, so I let him."Four days of rain, Alpha. Another eight hours isn't going to hurt it any more than the weather already has.""Eight hours of dark with four sets of boots in it will."So we waited by the vehicles until the sky went pale, the two who'd drawn the night watch waiting with us. One of them kept both hands wrapped around a flask of coffee for the better part of an hour and never once opened it. Then we brought the horses off the trailer, because nothing with wheels was getting down that game trail.The eastern woods are cold before sunrise. Four days of rain had left the ground soft and the whole place smelling of wet bark."About thirty paces in, Alpha." The younger one pointed between two old oaks. "Snagged on a branch by the dry creek bed."I got down and put my
LISA'S POVThe market was going strong by the time I got down there, and that suited me fine, because a crowded row is the safest place to ask a question nobody's supposed to notice you asking. The council was sitting at two o'clock to shut the investigation for good, and every row down there knew it before I did, which had them all talking.I didn't ask anybody about Cole. I asked about visitors. Who'd come through this year. Whether anybody new had turned up in the weeks before my daughter died. Most of them just shrugged at me — travelers come and go, and nobody keeps track of them unless they stay.He stayed.The woman at the candle stall actually gave it some thought, which was more than most of them managed."Quiet fellow. Very polite. Pays what you ask him and doesn't argue about it." She wrapped a taper for the woman ahead of me and passed it over the counter without looking up. "That's about all I've got.""Where's he come in from?""East, I suppose. They all come down the ea
BENJAMIN'S POVThe reports were three deep before the light came, and I was already at the desk waiting on them. Border patrol. Harvest requests. Two families still going at each other over eight yards of grazing their grandfathers went at each other over, because in twenty years not one of them has managed to sit in a room together and finish it.My coffee went cold around half five. I drank it anyway. That's the job — a child dies and the grass keeps growing and the fences keep coming down and somebody still has to put his name to eight yards of field.I signed it. Put it on the finished side.The folder with her name on it sat at the corner of the desk, where I'd put it on purpose — close enough to see, far enough that reaching it meant standing up first. There are men on that council waiting on exactly one morning: the one where I stop signing the ordinary work. So I signed all of it. Every harvest request. Pen down.Then I reached for the folder.Callum knocked twice and came in
ALICE'S POVI got through the whole morning without saying a word to anybody about that hunter.Twice I nearly did. Once to Morwen, over the appointment page, and once to a warrior on the road who's got no business being told anything. Both times I stopped, because all I've actually got is a man who climbed a fence he didn't need to climb, and if I take that anywhere it turns into the doctor making things up again.So I kept it, and I did the list.John came at about three. He stood in my doorway between patients with his coat creased where he'd slept in it and the skin under his eyes gone the color I write down on other people's charts."You look terrible.""Good afternoon to you too.""I'm not being rude, John. Are you sleeping at all?"He stepped over that question without touching it."Did Cora ever complain to you about her wrists?"I sat back."Her wrists?""Bruising. Swelling. Any pain in them."I thought about it properly, because Cora complained to me about plenty. The draft
ALICE’S POVThe waiting room was full before the sun was properly up.I stopped in the doorway with my bag still on my shoulder and looked at it. Mothers with coughing children. Two old men with their sample jars balanced on their knees.A pair of young warriors carrying the same bruises across both sets of knuckles, sitting four feet apart, not looking at each other. A girl with a swollen ankle up on her mother's lap.Every bench taken.Morwen came in at my elbow."Room three wants stitching. Room one's a finger out of its joint. Mrs. Aldern's in two with her hands. And those two can wait."I didn't move."Alice.""They came back."She took the bag off my shoulder and set it behind the front desk. "They never left. They were only frightened." She put a file in my hand. "Three first. That hunter's been going through his bandage for twenty minutes."The boy in room one was about six. His finger sat at an angle that made his mother wince every time she looked at it, and he'd stopped cry
LISA'S POVI scrubbed the counters twice, then washed the dishes that had been sitting in that sink since the funeral. I wiped down the windowsill where Lily used to line her painted stones up in a row.I left the stones themselves where they were. I couldn't pick them up.The marigolds were out back in that wooden box. She'd planted them three months ago and stood over them for a week waiting for something to happen, and when the first buds came she made me come out and look at them twice. They're going brown at the edges now.I stood out there with the watering can in my hand and didn't water them. Then I came back in and set it down by the door.The house is full of her. Her scarf hangs over the back of a chair. The drawing's still taped to the pantry door — a horse with six legs, because she told me horses run too fast to only have four and she wasn't taking questions on it. Her boots by the step, waiting for feet.I put the can down and went out of that house without locking it b
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 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







