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Alice's POV"That was fast. You didn't even give it a second thought," he countered."It doesn't need to be slow." I sat up against the headboard. "Think about what it looks like. An open investigation, a dead child, half this pack already certain I did it — and the doctor packs a bag in the dark and slips out the gate. What's the first thing Marcus says at the next council? What's the first thing every wolf in that market says over breakfast?"He didn't answer, because he knew."It looks like running, and running looks like guilt, and I'd be handing them the verdict wrapped in a cloth on my way past that gate. Everything Benjamin's doing to clear my name, everything John's been building in that clinic — I'd undo all of it in one night. So no. I'm not leaving Blue Moon until my name's clean. Not for Damian, not for you, not even to be safe. When I go through that gate I'll go through it in daylight, proven innocent, with nothing behind me. Or I don't go at all."There was a silence —
ALICE'S POVJohn came by at eight with two plates under a cloth and the news that Morwen had threatened to bring them herself if I sent them back."She doesn't make threats," I said."She does now. She's been making them all day. She threatened Barry with a filing cabinet this afternoon and I don't fully understand the mechanics of it, but he apologized."He set the plates down on the small table and didn't ask how I was, which was the kindest thing anybody had done for me since this whole incident happened."Thanks for bringing this over. They look delicious." Drake took one of the plates off him without asking whose it was and ate standing by the shuttered window, shoulder against the wall, watching the path through the gap in the curtain.We got through most of the meal without saying much. Afterward John didn't leave, and neither of them made a thing of it — he took the armchair, and Drake carried the second chair over from the desk and set it down at an angle by the door where nob
ALICE'S POVThe rock came through the window a little after four, and the sound it made going through the glass wasn't the sound I expected. Not a crash. Something flatter than that, and more final, like a plate dropped on stone, and then the long thin noise of the pieces finding the floor.I was at the desk in the consult room with a stack of patient files I'd read the same page of four times, and I didn't move for a good few seconds. I just sat there and looked at the thing lying in the middle of my floor with a paper wrapped around it, and understood that my afternoon had a before and an after now, and that ten seconds ago I'd been sitting in the before.The note was tied on with a bootlace. Three words in block capitals, pressed so hard the pen had gone through the paper in two places.CHILD KILLER. LEAVE.I read it twice, which was once more than it needed, and then I put it in my coat pocket instead of on the desk, because I didn't want it lying face-up in a room people walked i
John's POVThe third test turned the sample a deep, wrong blue. I sat back on the stool and looked at it a long moment before I let myself believe what I was looking at.I'd seen that color once before, in a lecture hall years ago, described by a man who told us he hoped none of us would ever meet it outside a jar. A refined neurotoxin. Not something pulled out of the ground, not something steeped from a plant by a woman with a grudge and a garden. Something made — in a room with locks on the door and a journal on the shelf, by hands that knew the work.It had taken two failed runs and most of the night to get there. I ran it a third time not because I doubted the second, but because a doctor who clears the woman he loves on a sloppy test hasn't cleared her at all. He's handed the next sharp person a reason to hang her twice.Benjamin came by in the dark hours, both times, and both times I told him the same thing: not until I'm certain. He didn't push. He looked at the lamp still burn
Benjamin’s POVI didn't indulge her in it or have a response just to make her feel heard. Whatever version of the past she was holding onto, correcting it wouldn't have done either of us any good, and she wasn't really talking to me."Lucian. Lily." She stopped and swallowed. "Both gone. I keep thinking there was a version of this where I did one thing differently, and she's still eating toast in my kitchen, complaining I forgot the cereal." She pressed her hand flat to the desk, hard, and held it there until it stopped shaking, then took it back into her lap. Whatever the rest of that thought was, she kept it.I let her sit in it. I didn't touch her, and I didn't tell her that Alice had knelt on that floor counting compressions until Morwen had to peel her wrists off the girl, because grief doesn't weigh effort against outcome. It just goes looking for somewhere to land.Then, for half a second, the wreck of her face held too still — the wet in her eyes didn't fall, didn't blink. It
BENJAMIN'S POVThe meeting ended without a vote. It ended divided, and the division came out into the corridor after me.Marcus caught me there with Harris a step behind him — Harris, who stood at my father's side before he stood at mine, who has never once broken with an Alpha of this line, and who wouldn't lift his eyes to me now."You said words in there you won't get back," Marcus said, not unkindly, a man laying out fact rather than making a threat. "Half that room walked in trusting your judgment as the pack ruler. You came in having sat outside her door all night like a hound on a porch, and then told them you'll set the whole pack's fear aside for one woman who doesn’t even want you back. Some of them will forgive that. Some of them won't, and they'll remember which morning it was." He waited for Harris to say something. Harris studied the floor tiles. "I hope she's worth what she's costing you. Because she is costing you something, and you ought to at least know the price wh
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







