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Chapter 031

Amma's Point of ViewArthur's footsteps fade down the gravel path. The orchard is still. A bee drifts past my ear, settles on a clover blossom, and for a moment all I hear is its small, indifferent hum."Trial?"Jeremy is on his feet. He's put the blanket down and stepped in front of Isa without thinking, one hand loose at his side. "Trial for what?""I don't know.""Amma.""I don't know, Jeremy." I turn my head, checking Isa. She's sitting up on the blanket now with Mr. Rupert in her lap, watching us with her brows pulled together and that line between them. I make my face smooth. "It's fine, Bugs. Grown-up talk.""Are you in trouble?""No, baby. Lie back. Look at the leaves."She doesn't believe me. She lies back anyway, her eyes on my face.I take two steps away from the blanket and drag a hand over my mouth. My heart is hammering, and I don't entirely know why. I've been called a traitor three times in two days. I've been shoved against walls and spat at and ignored by a woman who

Last Updated : 2026-10-24

Chapter 032

Evander's Point of ViewI'm fuming when I reach the late meeting. One minute I'm standing on the front steps with the print of her palm still burning through my shirt, and the next I'm shoving open the council room doors so hard they bounce off the wall.Chairs scrape when they see it’s me; the elders are ready for the meeting I called. Arthur is halfway out of his chair, a half-smile still on his face, as if he thought he'd have time to compose himself. He doesn't. I cross the room in four strides, take him by the front of his coat, and slam him into the paneled wall hard enough that a framed map comes off its hook and cracks on the floor."Alpha!""Evander, for the goddess's sake..."Hands grab at my arms. Somebody's trying to wedge a shoulder between us. I don't feel any of it. I'm looking at the man's face."Let me be fucking clear," I say, "in case I wasn't clear the first time.""Alpha, I only...""Amma is off limits." My voice comes out quiet. "You do not speak to my mate witho

Last Updated : 2026-10-24

Chapter 033

Evander's Point of ViewI bury myself in work for the next few hours.I look at Reports. Patrol schedules. Intelligence from the border, none of it good. I read each page twice and retain nothing. The attacks are coming faster. Three in a month, then two in a week, and now the carnival, a civilian target, in broad daylight, in the heart of my territory. Whoever's behind them isn't testing me anymore. They're sending a message.The clock in the hall strikes midnight. I'm rereading the same report for the third time when I feel it.A pull.It starts under my sternum, a tug like a hook behind the ribs, and it doesn't go away. It tightens. I put down the paper.‘What is it?’My wolf doesn't answer. He's on his feet, ears forward, every line of him taut and trembling.‘What's wrong?’‘Go.’I don't ask where. I'm already on my feet, out of my chair, through the door, my footsteps loud on the stairs. The pull drags me down corridors and through the kitchen and out a back door into the cool n

Last Updated : 2026-10-24

Chapter 034

Amma's Point of ViewThe pain is white, and it lives behind my eyes, and it rises in slow, tidal surges that leave me gasping on the grass like a fish. Every time I think it's passing, something inside me throws itself against my ribs again, hard enough to crack bone.‘Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.’I've never heard her this loud. For five years, she's been a whisper at the bottom of a well. Now she's clawing up through my chest, and I can't tell where she ends and I begin."What did you do to yourself?"His voice cuts through the white. I open my eyes. He's kneeling over me, his face inches from mine, and his hands are on my shoulders, and in the moonlight he looks like something carved from stone. His eyes are black. His jaw is shaking."What did you do, Amma?"I don't have the breath for an answer. I find the strength to shove at his chest."Get off.""Amma.""Get off me." I roll, get one elbow under me, try to push to my knees. The world swings. My arm gives out, and I go do

Last Updated : 2026-10-25

Chapter 035

Amma’s Point of ViewI wake into pale light. For one stretched moment I don't know where I am. A ceiling, white. Curtains, drawn, with a thin band of sun shining through the gap. A pillow under my cheek that smells of cedar and a body I know. The sheets are heavy, dark gray, warm.I know this bed.I'm out of it before I've finished the thought. My feet hit the floor and the room swings, and I catch the bedpost with both hands, heart hammering. My hands are bandaged, white gauze wrapped around every finger. I'm in the same sweater as last night. Someone has taken off my shoes."You're awake."He's in the armchair in the corner by the window, with his sleeves pushed up and his hair rumpled. His eyes are red-rimmed. A mug sits untouched on the table at his elbow. He looks like he hasn't moved all night."What am I doing in your room?""What's wrong with you, Amma?""I'm asking you a question.""I'm asking one, too." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "What happened last night?""I do

Last Updated : 2026-10-25

Chapter 036

Amma's Point of ViewI open my mouth, and nothing comes out.It isn't that I have no words. I have too many. They crowd behind my teeth like people at a door, each one shoving the others aside, and none of them gets through.‘He's in the stars. He's far away. He loves you very much.’ I've said all of them for five years, and I stare at my daughter's solemn face and understand that I can't say any of them again.So I do nothing. I sit on the edge of her bed with my bandaged hands in my lap, and I look at her.She waits, with her hair combed and a smear of porridge at her wrist, and she waits like someone twice her age."Mummy." Her voice is small and steady. "Is Evander my father?"My heart is slamming so hard I feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, in the soles of my feet. The room has gone sharp and bright, every detail suddenly enormous. The pitcher on the table, sweating onto its saucer. The dust turning in the band of sun through the curtains. The stuffed Mr. Rupert with the che

Last Updated : 2026-10-26

Chapter 037

Evander's Point of View"She knows?"I stare at her. When I saw Isadora’s back. A stiff little back, turned to me. I thought she was sulking. I thought she was shy.Not this."I thought we agreed," I say. "Not to say anything yet.""Yes, well." Amma folds her arms over her bandages. "Your sister happened.""Kayleigh?""She walked into my daughter's room this morning and introduced herself as her aunt. I wasn't even there. What was I supposed to do, tell Isa she misheard?"I rub my jaw. Kayleigh. Of course. I should have known. She's been quiet since the council, watching me, and now she's gone and done what she does best, which is drop a stone into water and wait for the ripples."Then why does she look angry?" I ask. "She should be happy. She finally knows who I am.""She's five, Evander." Amma's laugh is dry, with no humor in it. "Forgive her if she wasn't jumping up and down with joy at meeting her father.""What did you tell her?""What do you think I told her?""I don't fucking k

Last Updated : 2026-10-26

Chapter 038

Amma's Point of ViewNow it's been days since Evander found out. Days since she turned away from him and stared at the wall. She doesn't mention it. She eats, she colors, she asks Jeremy about horses. But she looks at me differently when she thinks I'm not watching, a quick, assessing glance, as if she's checking whether I'm still the person she thought I was.The morning after the corridor, I wanted to find him. We would sit down like two adults and decide how to tell our daughter that her parents were strangers who'd once loved each other.I went to his door. It was open, the room empty, the bed made."Where is he?""The Alpha has traveled out," said the guard at the end of the hall."Out?" I stared at him. "Out where?""You do not have that privilege." Sabrina's voice, behind me, sweet and light as a cut flower. She'd appeared at the top of the stairs in a lilac dress, one hand resting on the banister. "The Alpha's schedule is for those who handle the pack's affairs. I'm sure you u

Last Updated : 2026-10-26

Chapter 039

Amma's Point of ViewThe hospital smells the same as the first day. Antiseptic, floor wax, a trace of burned coffee. I carry Isa down the corridor on my hip, though she can walk just fine, because she asked, and I'm not going to refuse her anything small.Jeremy follows with the bag. Two guards trail us at ten paces, silent, watchful. Kyle and Wayne. Wayne is the broad-shouldered one with the careful eyes. Kyle is younger, with a nervous habit of touching the hilt at his belt. Noah's picks. They've been on me since the night of the orchard.Dr. Meredith examines Isa in the small room at the end of the east wing. She listens to her chest. Checks her pupils, her pulse, her reflexes. She sits back, takes off her glasses, and looks at the chart for a long time."Well?" I ask."Her white count is up again. Her liver function is normal. Her heart rate's holding." She taps the page. "I won't say it's impossible. But in all my years, I've never seen a child recover this quickly. Not with her

Last Updated : 2026-10-27

Chapter 040

Amma's Point of ViewI can't stop seeing her. It’s like her picture is stuck in my mind.All day, while I wash Isa's hair, while I cut her toast into triangles, while I sit with the lighthouse puzzle spread across the bed and fit the same blue piece into the wrong place three times, the picture sits behind my eyes. A girl on a cold floor, naked and gray, her wet hair plastered to her temples. The way her pulse stuttered under my fingers. The way she went limp in my arms, as though she'd been holding herself up with her teeth for years and had finally been told she could let go.I think about her through supper. I think about her in the dark, in my cot beside Isa's bed, staring up at the ceiling until the window turns from black to charcoal. ‘Where did she come from? Who was she running from? Why was nobody with her?’At five-thirty, I give up on sleep.I dress without turning on a light. Jeans, a sweater, my hair twisted up and pinned. Isa is a small, warm lump under the blankets with

Last Updated : 2026-10-27

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