LOGINLISA'S POVThey gave me an hour with my daughter, and the sun was already dropping when we started up the hill.Two of the female guards walked close enough to catch me if I ran. Four more moved through the trees on either side. Callum stayed out front and let me walk on my own feet instead of somebody's arm. He'd fought this — I'd heard him through the door, making his case to whoever would still listen — and now he wouldn't look at me.We passed the stalls, shuttered early. The training ground stood empty, the young ones sent inside so none of them would have to watch a woman walk to her grave.Nine years I'd known that road. I'd be dead on it before the light cleared the treetops.The cemetery climbs the slope above the compound, oldest stones at the bottom, newest higher up. Cora Maren's sat four rows below my daughter's, plain, her name and her dates and nothing under them, the ground still sunk in the middle where it hadn't finished settling. I had to walk past it to reach Lily.
BENJAMIN’S POVDawn broke over Blue Moon on the sixth day. The Alpha House was unusually quiet. No patrol reports waiting on my desk. No council members moving through the corridors. No guards speaking in low voices outside my door. The whole compound seemed to be holding its breath.I stood in my office reviewing the Council’s written judgment one final time. The execution was scheduled for sunset, in accordance with pack law. Every step had been documented. Every witness heard. Every piece of evidence examined. The process had been fair.I read Lisa final judgment again. Fourth time. Every step documented, every witness heard, the evidence carried into that chamber and weighed in front of five elders.It was fair. That's all I had, and I turned it over until I was sure there was nothing else in it worth holding. So I signed it.The pen worked fine when I put down my final signature. My hand didn't shake once.You expect a thing like that to feel like something. It doesn't.A knock.
Alice’s POV The square was already full when I got down there that night.They'd put the lights up along the whole perimeter, the ones that come out for the winter market, and every family on that hill was standing under them. Warriors along the eastern side. The elders on chairs at the front. One of the lights had a fault in it and dropped out every half minute or so, and whoever stood nearest kept looking up at it instead of at the platform. Children up on shoulders because they couldn't see and weren't going to be left home for it.Drake found me at the back of the crowd and put himself in beside me and said nothing at all.Benjamin was up on the platform with Callum at his right hand.I'm not going to set down what he said. Every one of us sat through that hearing once. What I watched was the square.A man near me took his cap off partway through and held on to it with both hands. Two women who haven't spoken to one another since spring ended up standing shoulder to shoulder wit
ALICE'S POVThe walk down to the clinic took eleven minutes, and there is nothing I could tell you about it except that the whole village was up and getting on with its morning as if someone else’s hadn't stopped.Morwen already had the waiting room open, the files out across the front counter. She took one look at my face."You went down there.""Yes.""And?"I put my bag behind the desk and got my coat on. The weight of it settling on my shoulders did more for me than anything anyone had said to me in two days."She told me she hated me for existing. That I lived the life she wanted and couldn't get past it." I took the first file off the top of the pile. "And she told me she's only sorry Lily got to the mug first."Morwen's hand shut on the file she was holding until the cardboard gave."That woman is past saving.""I know. That's why I've stopped trying."The morning came in on top of us after that, and I don't think I've ever been so glad of a room full of people wanting somethin
ALICE'S POVThey took her down to the holding level before dawn. I was at the top of the stairs by half past seven, asking to be let down.Sentenced prisoners go below. Supervised ones stay in the upper floor. Nobody had to tell me that.Two flights down, the air changed on the second one — colder, with that flat mineral smell buildings get underground, and under it, something worse coming up out of the drain in the middle of the passage floor.Six doors. Five stood open on empty rooms, mattresses stripped bare.Two warriors stood at the sixth. One straightened when he saw me."Doctor.""I'm here to see Lisa Scott."He looked at the other one, then got out his keys and let me through the gate into the short stretch of passage in front of her door."If she comes at the bars, step back." He said it flat, like a man giving directions. "They'll hold. Her arm is longer than it looks.""Thank you."I'd been afraid of her once. Five weeks of it. Not anymore.Lisa sat on the cot with her back
ALICE'S POVThey took Lisa out through the far doors, and I heard her scream the whole length of the corridor.It carried a long time after the doors shut behind her. Then it thinned, until I couldn't tell anymore whether I was hearing her or the wind coming around the east side of the house.Sorin spoke first, and she sounded a hundred years old."This hearing is concluded. This Council will reconvene on the sixth day to witness the sentence carried out."I got out through the side door before anyone could put a hand on my arm.The air on the veranda was cold enough to hurt. I stood in it with both hands on the railing and held on.Six days. Then they would kill her for it.I waited to feel something about that. What came was a scooped-out kind of nothing, with her voice still turning somewhere inside it.The door opened behind me. Drake came and stood at the railing beside me, close enough that his shoulder nearly touched mine."You're shaking.""I'm cold."He got his coat off and p
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 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







