LOGINLyra's pov I was sitting on the herb garden bench when he came through the gate.The evening had settled around the healing house with the particular quiet of a place after everyone had gone — Vera finished for the day, the apprentices long dismissed, the last patient seen and sent home with instructions I had written out in my careful hand — and I had stayed because the mansion felt too enclosed tonight and the garden did not, and because I had been sitting with thoughts about Denna and the unfinished conversation and how to begin it, and sitting with those thoughts in the open air was more manageable than sitting with them in my room.I heard the footsteps on the path and looked up and it was Matthias.He came through the gate without the purposeful quality he usually carried — no patient to see, no operational reason, nothing that explained his presence here at this hour except the fact of him choosing to be here, and I understood from that alone that something had shifted in him
Matthias's pov Aldric knocked on the office door on the evening of the third day.I had been expecting him on the fifth, possibly the fourth if the information was accessible, and the earliness of his return told me something before he had said a word — that what he had found was not buried, not hidden beneath layers of deliberate concealment, but known at Silverpine in the way that things were known when they had happened publicly and been officially processed and were therefore considered resolved and safe to discuss in the right company.I told him to come in and closed the door behind him and did not send for Ryder.He sat in the chair across from my desk with the careful posture of a man who understood that what he was carrying was significant and was treating it accordingly, and I looked at him and said, "Tell me everything."He told me everything.He had gone into Silverpine territory through the southern trading corridor, which ran through unaffiliated land and required no pa
Lyra's pov Vera cleared me on the third morning with the manner of someone issuing terms rather than granting permission — light work only, nothing that required sustained physical effort, meals at proper intervals without negotiation, and if she found me on my feet for more than four hours consecutively she would put me back in the cot herself and she wanted that clearly understood.I understood it clearly and went to the healing house and stood at the center table and felt the familiar smell of the place settle around me like something I had not known I was missing until it was back — herbs and clean linen and the particular warmth of a room that was always in use, always purposeful, always asking something useful of the people inside it.I had missed it more than I expected, which told me something about how thoroughly it had become mine.Mira and Cael arrived for the morning session and they were careful with me in the way people were careful with someone they had decided was tem
Matthias's pov I called Aldric to the office before dawn.He arrived with the quiet efficiency of a man accustomed to being summoned at unusual hours for unusual reasons — no visible surprise, no questions before I had finished speaking, just the focused attention of someone who understood that the value of a good tracker was not only in what he found but in how cleanly he moved while finding it.I told him what I needed."Silverpine Pack," I said. "I want everything about Lyra's history there — her position, her relationship with the healer named Oswin, the circumstances under which she lost her voice, and anything the Elders excluded from the official union documentation." I held his gaze. "You observe and gather. You do not confront anyone, you do not identify yourself as coming from this pack, and you do not move in a way that draws attention. Understood?""Understood," he said."You report directly to me. Not Ryder, not anyone else. Only me."He nodded once and I dismissed him a
Lyra's pov Vera told me to stay and I stayed, which surprised me more than it surprised her.The old version of myself — the one who had arrived here forty-something days ago with the practiced efficiency of someone who had learned that stillness was dangerous and usefulness was the only reliable form of safety — would have been back at the center table the next morning, hands moving through the work, the motion of it keeping everything else at a manageable distance. But I stayed in the cot and looked at the ceiling and let the thoughts come, and found that they did not destroy me the way I had always assumed they would if I stopped running ahead of them.The pregnancy was real. Nine weeks, possibly ten, and growing with the patient indifference of something that had decided to exist regardless of the circumstances around it, and I was a healer who understood exactly what that meant — the timeline of it, the physical reality of it, what it would look like in another four weeks and an
Matthias's pov I told Ryder in the office with the door closed and no preamble, the way I delivered information that needed to be received clearly before anything else was done with it, and Ryder sat across from me and listened and when I finished he was quiet for a moment in the way he was quiet when something had landed somewhere significant and he was deciding what it meant before he spoke."Before she arrived," he said."Yes."Another silence, shorter this time. "Does she know that you know?""Vera told her I was waiting outside. She knows I was told."Ryder nodded slowly, his forearms on his knees, looking at the middle distance with the careful expression of a man building a picture from pieces he hadn't finished arranging yet. He did not ask the question I could see sitting behind his eyes — the one about who and how and what it meant for the arrangement and what I intended to do — and I was grateful for that, because I did not have answers to any of those questions yet and I







