Celia had handed him the word review in the yard and watched to see if it landed.
It hadn't. Not the shape of it.
He'd carried it up the stairs that night and set it down next to everything else he wasn't saying, and it sat there while the pack slept, a docket with his name on it somewhere he couldn't see.
Dani found out about it two nights later.
She read the parts of the world other people scrolled past, and one of them didn't add up.
Not bonded to him the loud way.
The moth sat quietly at the base of her skull and fed her patterns, and the pattern that woke her at the terminal was a growth curve that had no business existing.
"This isn't real," she said.
Soren looked over.
She'd turned the screen toward him without being asked, which for Dani was the same as grabbing his collar.
A forum. Plain header. The Soren Kane Fan Club.
"People like people," Soren said.
"People don't like people on this slope." She dragged a finger up the curve.
