MasukLISA'S POVI went up to the Alpha House before noon. The guards had the door open before I made the top step, and they know better than to ask what I want. Nobody's asked me what I want since the day my daughter died.Somebody said he was in a meeting, so I sat on the bench by the window and waited.Benjamin came through a few minutes later, ink on two fingers, a stack of reports wedged under one arm. He set them down on the side table before he turned to me. He wouldn't have done that for most people. He looked tired. I'd bet he hasn't slept since they found Cora's body."I'm sorry to interrupt," I said. "I just wanted to see you.""You're not interrupting."I looked down at my hands and let a moment go by before I went on. "I need a favor. I can't pack Lily's room. I get as far as the door and then I stop." A breath got away from me. "Four times now."I didn't ask him to sit with me, or hold my hand, or tell me it would pass. I let it sit there instead, and let him look at me while
BENJAMIN'S POVCallum didn't knock. He was through the door before I'd got my jacket back on the hook, shoulders still wet from the woods."Children from the northern quarters. Six of them are down with the same thing since midnight.""What do you mean?""High fever. Vomiting. Can't keep down food or water. One of the toddlers almost died around three."I took the jacket back off."Has John seen them?""He's at the clinic. Same as doctor Watson."Six children sick in one night, in one row of houses, three weeks after somebody in this territory measured out a poison for a grown woman and a nine-year-old drank it instead. I carried that thought as far as the vehicle and made myself put it down there. A man who's spent three weeks hunting a poisoner will find one in a rainstorm if nobody stops him."Get me John first. Before anything else."The waiting room was full past the walls. Every bench gone, parents standing down both sides with children over their shoulders, a baby going hard ag
BENJAMIN’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 days that followed had a rhythm I didn’t trust.Benjamin came every morning. He actually sat at the table — something I still hadn’t gotten used to — and ate whatever I put in front of him. He returned every evening and stayed until Lucian’s eyes drifted shut.Four mornings in a row
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







