Se connecterBENJAMIN'S POVThe man I put on the clinic came up to the house before it was dawn, four nights of nothing to report, and reported it anyway."Lights on past midnight every one of them, Alpha. Back room. Doctor Marlow.""He works late.""He does." He turned the page over in his hand and never once looked down at it. "Elder Aldric came down on the second afternoon and was inside about an hour."I set my cup down."And Cole been in twice. Once at the front, once at the market end with Marlow out in the road talking to him." He stopped. "And Doctor Watson was still in that building at eleven on two of the four.""Anything else?""No, Alpha.""Then go and sleep."I sat at that desk after he'd gone, the evidence bag in front of me and the sun still not up. Four nights. A council elder, a Shadow Moon Alpha, my doctor and my physician, all of them in and out of that building, and the man I posted to keep them breathing had just given me a better account of my own investigation than any of th
JOHN'S POVI shut the lab door behind me at two in the morning and stood there with my hand still on it.Paper's been lying to me for three weeks.The witness statements. The council transcript. That confession written out in a hand so even it might have been traced off a page underneath it, not one correction anywhere on it. Every document in this case has come through somebody with a very steady hand, and I've spent three weeks at a desk reading their work and calling it evidence.So I'm done with paper.Medicine's harder to fake.Morwen was down the far end restocking the shelves, a box against her hip. She looked over."You've got that face on again.""What face?""The one that means you're about to ask me for something complicated."I walked into the middle of the room and turned a slow, full circle."I want this dispensary put back exactly as it stood the morning that child died. Every bottle. Every jar. Every shelf. How it was before Alice unlocked the front door."Morwen set t
I went out that afternoon to find out where Drake Watson sleeps.That's all I wanted. Where he stays. Who else is in the building. Whether there's an hour anywhere in his day when he's alone. You can't plan a single thing until you know that much, and I have four days.I got as far as the top of the market and turned around and came home. The compound had changed while I was in my kitchen burning paper.The small things came first — a patrol wolf nodded at me by the well, the same man who hasn't said one word to me in nine years of passing him. Another one stood at the fruit stalls a good twenty minutes past any business he had there, turning the same apples over and buying none of them.They won't follow me. They're too well trained for that. They just turn up at the edges of wherever I'm already going, unhurried, like they'd been standing there since dawn and I'd only now walked into them.Benjamin has learned restraint.The man he used to be three years ago would have come to my doo
Alice’s POV "Somebody carried that mixture into the eastern woodland," he said. "It was still on the ground where we took Cora Maren out."The office went very quiet."How much of it.""Faint. Rain had most of it. It was under everything else.""And the rest of the compound?""Nowhere. Just there."I nodded and said thank you then turned towards the door. I've got no memory of getting out of that building. I stopped at the old well halfway back and stood there looking at nothing in particular.In all the years that man and I had each other, I never saw him look ordinary. Not one single time. Alpha Benjamin, who kept every living soul at arm's length, who carried this whole pack and never once in his life let a person watch him stagger. Somewhere in those years the Alpha ate the man. And this morning he stood in a towel with his ears going red and laughed at himself.I don't know why that's what followed me down the road.Morwen was at the front desk when I came in. She looked up and
ALICE'S POVI've been waiting nine days to get Benjamin on his own.Not for a reason I could say out loud to anybody. He stood in my clinic and asked me how you keep a wolf from smelling something. Then he said not yet when I asked the details of his question. Then he picked up my case, walked me down to the southern quarter, fixed a widow's gate on the way past, and went home. And every morning since, I've gone to work with a cotton pouch in my desk drawer that was made by a child who's dead.Nine days of that, and no way to get near the man without half the territory watching.So when Callum turned up in my clinic doorway, I was already thinking about it.I was at the sink after the last of the morning list. He had a folder under his arm and he'd been up since before it was light, by the look of him, and hadn't sat down once."I need a favor.""That depends.""Benjamin signed the authorization for Elder Rowan's medicine and then left it on his desk instead of giving it to me." He he
LISA'S POVIn the morning my sitting room looked like somebody had broken in.I stood in the doorway with the light coming through the curtains and made myself look at what I'd done. Glass over the floorboards from one wall to the other. The good chair on its side, a leg snapped clean at the joint. Books everywhere, spines broken open, pages folded under themselves.A frame lay face down under the table.I picked it up. The glass was gone at one corner, but the photograph underneath had come through fine.Lily and me at the Harvest Festival, the year she decided she could make honey cakes on her own and ruined every one of them, flour to the elbow and a streak of it across her nose.I told her she had a ghost face on and she laughed until she had to sit down on the church step to do it properly."I'm sorry."It came out of me before I could stop it, and I meant it, for as long as it takes to draw one breath and let it go. Standing in my own wreckage with my daughter's face in my hands,
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







