ログインALICE'S POVI woke up in my clothes with my shoes still on, and I made tea, because that's the first thing I've done every morning of my adult life.The water boiled. I poured it. Steam came up off the mug and I stood there with the pot still in my hand and couldn't set it down, couldn't drink it either.Images of Lily’s hand reaching out toward the desk. The color gone out of her mouth. The tea across the floor and soaking into her sleeve.I dumped the mug into the sink, rinsed it twice, and put it away. My hands weren't steady for a while after that.Twelve days, and I'm a doctor who can't be in a room with a cup of tea.The guard knocked at seven with the tray."Any word?"He looked at his boots first, which is how I know there's been word."They found her necklace, Doctor. Down at the river yesterday. The silver one." He straightened up. "Nothing else. And they've had four teams on that water two days."I carried the tray in, shut the door, and stood in my own kitchen holding it.
LISA'S POVI dreamed about the honey stall.Regular Saturday, market packed, Lily hanging off my sleeve and pointing at the one with the wooden dipper — the one the old woman always let her taste. In life I said no. We were late and I still had bread to get and I said no, sweetheart, not today.In the dream I said yes. That's all it was. I said yes, and she got up on her toes with her mouth open, and the old woman put the dipper down for her, and I woke up in the dark with her laugh still going in the room.Eleven days. She's still lying in that building.Outside, the compound was holding its breath when I went out. Warriors heading off in twos toward the eastern path. Men leaning on the fence by the training ground who should've been working. Conversations that stopped half a second late as I came past, and picked up again once I'd gone by.I heard three versions before I got to the market. That Cora ran because she'd done it. That somebody took her. That she knows who put it in that
BENJAMIN'S POVJohn was in my office before I got to it, and the pendant was already out of the bag and lying on the map.Silver wolf on a broken chain. Somebody had tried to fix that chain once and made a bad job of it."Riverbank," Callum said. "Beyond the eastern patrol route, half into the mud at the water's edge. One of the trackers caught the light off it.""How long had it been there?""Not long. No tarnish, no weathering.""That's Cora Maren's." I turned it over with one finger. "That mended chain. She's worn it every day I've seen her.""It proves she was at that river," John said. "It doesn't prove one thing more than that, and I'd rather nobody in this compound started saying it does."He'd been up most of the night and it showed. He'd brought two more things with him too, laid out in the right order — that's what makes him worth listening to."I've been asking the wrong question since Wednesday," he said. "I kept asking who saw what in the corridor. Yesterday afternoon I s
ALICE'S POVThe figure came one step out of the trees and stopped. It stayed there long enough that I understood it wanted to be seen. Then it went back into the dark.I didn't call the guards.I stood at the window with my hand on the curtain and worked out the cost. Two men through the trees with a lamp, nothing to show for it, same as last time. By morning it'd be in the council report — the doctor under protection, seeing things in the dark again. Marcus would find a use for that. Every ruling Benjamin had made about me would be worth less than it already was.So I shut off the last light and went to bed.I was up at six. Hair pulled back, shower, the same coffee in front of the same window, watching the pack move without me. Eight days now.Nobody came at seven.At half past I asked the guard if there'd been word from the Alpha's house. No word. At nine I asked again. He said he'd find out. He came back at half past and told me it was in hand.My coffee went cold. I put the kettl
LISA'S POVI set out two plates before I caught myself. Put one back in the cupboard. The toast was cold by the time I remembered it was there.Elena knocked at ten. She's come every few days since Lily died and she never asks whether it's a good time, which is the kindest thing anybody does for me now."You're eating," she said, looking at the plate."A little."She sat down without being asked. Then: "Have you heard about Nurse Cora?""I heard she didn't come in yesterday.""She's missing, Lisa. The house was open. Her shoes were still inside the door." Elena's hands closed around her cup. "They've had search parties out since midday. Quietly — nobody's supposed to be saying it, and everybody is.""That's why there were men on the eastern path.""That's why." She looked at me over the cup. "You spoke to her. At the hearing. What did she say to you?""She said she was sorry." I gave the pause its proper length. "I thought she was offering condolences.""And was she?""I've no idea. S
BENJAMIN’S POVCallum came in without knocking at half past ten, straight from the clinic, coat still on."Cora Maren didn't come to work this morning. Marlow's runner went up to the house. It's empty.""She's grieving. That child died on her floor and she's been in that building every day since. People need a day.""Her front door was unlocked.""Then she's careless, or she's ill, or she's sitting in somebody's kitchen being talked to." I had the patrol schedule in front of me and I didn't stop reading it. "John can spare a nurse for a morning. Tell him to send somebody up at noon and let her come in when she's ready to come in—""The bed's made and hasn't been slept in. Her coat's on the hook in the hall. Her shoes are by the door."I stopped reading.Her coat was on the hook?A woman doesn't walk out into cold like this with nothing over her shoulders, and she doesn't line her shoes up at her own door and go off into the dark.Whatever this was, it wasn't a woman who'd packed and g
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
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







