LOGINBENJAMIN'S POVAldric had the morning's papers squared in front of him before I'd even cleared the doorway, and he didn't look up — not until I'd dropped into the seat across from him."This isn't on the agenda," he said."It is now." I sat without looking at him. "I want a permanent endowment for the pediatric screening program. Structured so no future council can touch it. Not this one. Not the next ten."Aldric set the pen down, slow. "In Dr. Watson's name and not yours or the pack?.""In the program's name." I held his eyes. "Her work — whatever happens between her and me doesn't get a vote in it. I don't want this tied to my title, my marriage, or what kind of mood I'm in on a given day. I want it tied to the children it's already saved."He looked at me a long moment — the look he got when he was deciding whether to push or let a thing stand."This is unusual," he said. "Permanent endowments outlast Alphas. Outlast councils. You're aware of what you're asking — this can't be und
ALICE'S POVNine days left.I'd started counting before I got out of bed — the number just sitting there before coffee, before I'd even brushed my teeth. Nine days until the council's window closed, and I still didn't know what I'd put in the box marked answer.John's kiss sat between us, neither of us naming it since the morning after. He and Benjamin hadn't said a word to each other since the festival — a cold, careful orbit, both of them circling me instead of each other. I was tired of being something two grown men took turns being careful around.The clinic was busy enough that I didn't have much room to think about any of it. I was grateful for that.Lily showed up just after the lunch rush, slipping in through the side door the way she usually did, a folded piece of paper held against her chest like something precious."I made you something," she said, holding it out before I'd even fully turned around.A blue wolf, drawn in careful, uneven crayon, standing beside a smaller fig
ALICE'S POVBenjamin had already walked away by the time I made myself stop touching the mark on my neck.The kiss with John hadn't meant much — or it had meant something, but a clean kind of something, with none of the weight I dragged around in Blue Moon. No ghosts. No bond. No thirty days sitting on every word I said. That was the whole point of going. I'd kissed John back because for one evening I'd wanted to be a woman who could choose the easy thing and not have it cost her anything and I’m not sorry for it.Benjamin's voice when he said those words earlier stayed with me longer than I wanted. Not the jealousy underneath — that was there too, close to the surface, barely held. It was the steadiness. He hadn't shouted. He hadn't accused me of anything I could argue with cleanly. He'd just named the real shape of what loving me would cost, and walked off before I could tell him it wasn't fair to ask that of anyone. Some small, worn-out part of me agreed it was exactly fair, beca
BENJAMIN’S POVI went down to the clinic to find her. Morwen told me she'd already left — gone off with John — and she didn't know where the two of them had got to.So I waited at her door instead. I had something to say to her, and somewhere in that long day of scrubbing blood off my own jaw I'd made up my mind I wasn't going to lose my nerve before I got it out.She came back near midnight, right after Alec sent a message to let me know he saw her in town and if I knew about it. I had the smell of him on her before I even looked at her face —I already knew she let another man have his hands all over her, plain as anything to a wolf's nose, and mine had never once spared me a single thing it could tell me.Then I saw the mark on her neck.Small. Faint pink love bite that was barely there. The kind of mark you'd only catch if you knew just where to look, and I knew exactly what had left it.The bond came up under my skin and leaned toward her, not asking one thing about what I wanted.
JOHN'S POVAlice showed up with a whole pot of soup, which was its own kind of indictment."I didn't ask for room service," I said."It's not room service. It's just soup." She set it down without making a thing of it. "I figured you might still be sore.""My pride or my jaw?""Both."The chair creaked when I leaned back. I turned the cup once in my hands before I made myself let go of it."I'm sorry. For the punch. The drink was part of it. Not all of it.""That's not really an apology.""I know." I wasn't going to pretend it was. "I'm sorry it happened in front of everyone. I'm not all the way sorry that it happened."Her face didn't change. She sat down across from me. "The council was going to consider punishing you. For striking him.""I figured.""He didn't want it. He told them not to pursue it." She watched my face while she said it. "He said he was the one who triggered you first."I set the cup down. There was a generous way to take that, and I couldn't get my mouth to shape
ALICE'S POVI found Lisa by the clinic entrance the morning after, like she'd been waiting on me."Quite a show last night," she said. "Two men fighting over you in front of the entire pack." She tilted her head and looked my face over, like she was checking for damage that wasn't hers to look for. "It must feel good. Being wanted like that.""It didn't feel good. A man got punched in the face.""Two men got punched, technically. But who's counting." She smiled, small and warm. "I only mean — there's something almost flattering in it, isn't there. Being fought over. After all those years of being the woman nobody fought for."I let that one go past me. She wanted the flinch and reaction; I didn't have one to give her, not before my second cup of the day."Was there something you needed, Lisa.""I worry about you, that's all." She stepped closer and dropped her voice into something that sounded like kindness. "People are saying you've enjoyed this. The attention. Benjamin chasing you,
Benjamin POVMorning light filled the kitchen, that warm yellow that comes early and doesn't last, and the whole room smelled like pancakes.Lucian sat at the table, swinging his legs under the chair the way he always did — four years old, legs too short to reach the floor, swinging them anyway."D
ALICE'S POVThe bond was still there when I walked out — the same press against my chest it had been since the clearing.The compound was quiet. I crossed the frozen ground barefoot and didn't feel it.John was on the step outside my door, still in his training coat, the cold pressing it flat again
BENJAMIN’S POVJohn was at her door before I was.He'd been there a while, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, planted there already, and the fact of him standing where he was told me everything. She'd known I was coming. He straightened when I came around into the corridor and he didn't mov
BENJAMIN’S POVJohn had her cornered by the fountain. That was the first thing I saw — the set of his shoulders, his hands easy in his pockets, the whole patient shape of a man waiting for the scene to catch up to an ending he'd already decided on. Alice had her arms crossed. Their voices came thr







