LOGINALICE'S POVBack in my quarters, I closed the door and stood in the dark a while, trying to breathe. I could still feel the grass cold under my knees on Lucian's memorial stone. The stone small and white, too new even then. I hadn't stood in front of it since days ago.I shut the my mind on the memorial and had the phone in my hand before the quiet could settle. If I didn't call him now, I wouldn't call him at all.Damian picked up on the second ring. "Alice.""Benjamin held a memorial tonight. For Lucian. The whole pack came. People told stories about him I'd never heard. He wanted to be a patrol guard. He told someone else. He never told me.”Damian went quiet a beat. "What else happened?""He asked to visit the grave. At Shadow Moon."Silence. Then: "And you want me to welcome him into my territory.""I want you to let him stand at his son's grave. Whatever else he's done — Lucian was his too.""He left that son on the side of a road to die. Did you forget that part already?.""I h
BENJAMIN'S POVThe memorial had been Callum's idea. "You've been going to that tree alone for three years," he'd said. "Maybe it's time to let the pack mourn with you."I told myself I didn't need it. I just didn't have the argument left to make that stick anymore.I spent the hour before it carving a new wolf, the same knife I'd used on the first one, back when my hands were steadier and hadn't yet learned what grief does to a grip. The ears came out too long tonight. The tail too thin, twice over. I set the unfinished shape down on the bench and let it stay that way. The pack was already gathering.Word had gone out through the elders — no ceremony, just an invitation. Sunset at the grove, anyone welcome.By dusk the yard was full past what I'd braced for, and my hands wanted a knife in them for reasons that had nothing to do with the crowding. Families with kids. One boy kept climbing the low wall that ringed the clearing until his mother hauled him back by the hood of his coat,
Alice's POV"Dr. Watson, we need you in room two."I was already moving before the sentence finished — a boy, maybe seven, wrist bent wrong, his mother pale beside him. Stabilized, splinted, calm enough to stop crying by the time I was done. His mother thanked me twice on her way out.It was only once the bay emptied that I noticed the crate of supplies still sitting unopened by the door. Garrett had dropped it off. Not Benjamin. I stood there a second too long before I made myself move on.It wasn't only the crate. The small things had been pointing the same way for days. The security report came through a council runner now. The renovation inspection got postponed with no explanation. The standing Tuesday check on the children's ward — the one he used to show up for without either of us ever calling it an appointment — simply didn't happen. Nobody mentioned it. I noticed anyway.Lunch break rolled around, Morwen brought out two cups of tea. We sat a while before she said, "The Alpha
Alice's POVI woke up before sunrise. Got dressed in my usual outfit, a pair of blue jean and blouse, buttoned my coat, and gathered my work files. At the door I looked toward the path Benjamin used to take with breakfast — it was out of habit, more than anything else. It was Empty."Good," I said, to no one, and went to work.The groundskeeper was already out front, sweeping frost off the steps, humming something with no tune to it, like it was any other morning. It was, for him. I envied him for that. He didn’t have to think about the parent who were scared and waiting for the test results of their children to return. That was a weight I had to carry, among many other things.The clinic woke up slowly around me. A sprained ankle, some bloodwork, a boy who needed stitches and was trying so hard not to cry in front of his father.I knelt down to his level. "Hey. That's a pretty impressive cut. Good scar to show your friends.""Will it hurt?""A little. I'll be careful. Can you be brav
BENJAMIN'S POVI had exactly four reasons to be near her door before breakfast, and I'd found every one of them before the sun was even up. Check the clinic roof. Carry the vaccination records over myself instead of handing them to someone who'd pass them off in under a minute. Ask Morwen whether the children's ward needed anything, and let the asking take the long way — past Alice's door right where I was sure she’d see me.Real work, all of it. First morning I counted the reasons together instead of one at a time, and saw what they added up to. I lay there and didn't reach for a fifth. That was the only thing I decided before I got up, and it was harder than anything waiting for me at the council hall.Her plant sat on the kitchen sill where the morning light could reach it. She'd kept it in her study back when she still lived here; I moved it out after, told myself the study got no sun.I filled a cup at the tap and watered it, the way I did every few days. She knew I still had it.
Lisa's POVBy midmorning, I slowly made myself get up. Moving slow helped a little. Rather than focus on my pain, I decided to fold the laundry that had sat in the basket for two days now, one piece at a time, stopping whenever my back pulled tightly. I heard the door bell ring the first time and ignored it.“Mom? Someone is at the door,” Lily called.For a mom I thought it was Benjamin or that goody two shoes Callum but when I looked, it was a delivery man holding a package by the door. — there were supplies I'd ordered before any of this situation I was currently in, back when I still believed the morning in Benjamin's kitchen was going to end in something other than a public square and getting punished. “I’m coming, sweetie.”“Are you Ms. Lisa Scott? I have delivery for you,”I nodded mutely and he handed me a pen. I signed for it standing very straight so the delivery man wouldn't catch anything on my face, and shut the door before he could ask.Lily read on the couch nearby, gla
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
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







