Chapter 306

Ella

Two hours later, Sinclair and I welcome our friends back to our house for a casual breakfast and coffee

or mimosas, according to preference to celebrate Rafe’s moonlight baptism. I can tell our guests are

dragging – they’ve been up all night, after all – but spirits are high.

“Wow,” I say, leaning back against Sinclair’s chest with a croissant in one hand, a cup of coffee in the

other. Rafe, thankfully, is asleep in his little recline stroller. Usually I’d put him to bed in his crib, but I

want people to be able to say goodbye if they have to leave. “I can’t believe everyone I still up,” I say,

peering around at our friends and family. “I mean, I know we’re on baby time so normal hours mean

nothing anymore, but everyone else…”

“It’s a special occasion,” Sinclair murmurs; lowering his face to my hair and taking a long sniff of my

scent. “We’re used to it. In wolf culture shifter children are rarer than we’d like, so we take the time to

celebrate them when they’re born.”

“That’s so nice…” I say, sniffing a little, my eyes filling with tears.

“What?” Sinclair asks, pulling away from me a little, shocked. “Are you – why are you crying –

I swat at him, laughing a little. “What! Hormones! I’m tired! Leave me be.” Then I brush the tears off my

cheeks, smiling despite them. I’m just overwhelmed and grateful, honestly, for all the love that our

family has shown our baby. “It really is a beautiful tradition,” I murmur, and Sinclair kisses my cheek

before moving away to talk to some of the Alphas who have come to see their new prince.

As Sinclair moves away, Isabel quickly moves to my side to take his place. “Hi, mama,” she says,

giving me a warm smile as she wraps an arm around my waist. “How are you doing?”

“Forget about me!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around her again, “how are you? How are James, and

Sadie?”

“They’re good,” she says, but the way she smiles at her mate across the room lets me know that her

words are an understatement. James raises a hand to me, little Sadie slumped against his shoulder,

deeply asleep.

“Do you want to put her upstairs in one of the guest rooms?” I ask Isabel quickly, taking her hand and

squeezing it. “You can stay as long as you like –”

“No,” she says, giving me a smile. “I’m so glad we could be here and meet the baby – but we both want

to get home. We have…a lot of work to do there.” Her face changes, then, and I feel my stomach twist

to see it.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, anxious, tugging her hand and urging her to tell me. She nods to a little love

seat in the corner and I follow her there, Rafe’s little pram in tow, so that we are

away from everyone and as private as we can be.

“Ella,” Isabel says, her voice soft and a little sad, “I know that you’ve been distracted – and there’s

nothing wrong with that you’ve had such a hard pregnancy, and I know that the birth wasn’t easy on

you either – you really shouldn’t have been paying attention to anything besides your body and Rafe

and Sinclair – ”

“Please, Isabel,” I say, staring at her and tightening my hold on her hand, “please just tell me –“My

stomach is roiling with guilt to think that I’ve neglected something when I could have helped.

“It’s just…I don’t think that Sinclair has told you absolutely everything,” she says, “about how bad the

refugee problem is now, after the last days of the war when you were away on the boat. It’s nothing that

he’s done wrong – Sinclair has made so many strides – but we have more children than ever in our

centers, and there are even mothers out there who are simply missing their children

My face goes pale at the idea and I flick my glance towards my sleeping baby. If I were ever separated

from him by war – just, had no idea where he was, if he was cared for – my heart wrenches to think of

it. Isabel notes my paling face, my eyes filling with tears.

“Please, Ella,” she says softly, anxiously looking to where Sinclair is standing. “I’m sorry maybe I

shouldn’t have told you –”

“No,” I say, shaking my head and looking at her with a new determination on my face. “I need to know,

Isabel -I’m getting strong, I need to do this sort of work. If Sinclair intends to lead these people, I don’t

intend to stay home and be a happy little house wife while others suffer. I want to help.”

She nods, understanding. “I knew that you’d feel that way. That’s why I told you – not because …well,

Ella, if you’re still healing, you need to focus on yourself first. You can be so selfless you always put

others ahead of yourself.”

My heart softens and I take a deep breath, still worried but touched by my friend’s concern. She knows

me so well. “Thank you, love,” I say, giving her a little smile. “I’ll take care of myself, and my family. But

I’m going to help too. Can you tell me? Who is the worst hit, where should I begin?”

“Well,” she says, lowering her voice and looking around the room. “It’s…complicated.”

I frown at her, not understanding, but giving her the space to work through her thoughts.

“Ella,” she says, more urgent now, “we both know that the right side won this war. That Damon would

have worked to disenfranchise the humans completely, to enslave them if he could. Sinclair, we know,

wants equal rights and peace – but there are people even on Sinclair’s side who still have…

complicated ideas about hierarchies between shifters and humans.”

I nod, understanding her, remembering the councils during the war when even some of

Sinclair’s allies looked askance at the humans, at Cora, my own sister. I frown to think of it, to see

some of those men in this room now. Sighing, I turn back to Isabel.

“I hear you – and I’m aware. It’s something that I know Sinclair is working on but…old prejudices, they

die hard. But, Isabel, what does that have to do with refugees?” I ask, confused.

She shrugs a little. “It just means that since the humans were less prepared for the war – – it came out

of the blue for them a little bit – that they don’t have the resources that the wolves have to help their

people in the aftermath. And there are some among shifter–kind who are eager to divert all resources

towards shifters first, meaning…”

I let out a big exhale, both of exhaustion and understanding. “That the humans are getting the short

end of the stick.” Slowly, Isabel nods.

“In all areas,” she says slowly, “and Ella,” she bites her lip, looking me in the eye and perhaps not

wanting to say it, “it means that…resentment is building. Humans feel lied to, and now that they know

the truth, it in many ways seems like Sinclair has offered them peace but is not giving them the

resources to survive their new reality.”

My eyebrows fly up at this and I follow my knee–jerk reaction to defend my mate. “Sinclair is doing

everything he

“I know, Ella,” Isabel says softly, leaning forward to put a reassuring hand on my knee. “I’m just saying,

from the human’s perspective? …The trust is not there. They need help, and they need a reason to

believe in Sinclair.”

I nod, looking away from my friend and staring into space a little bit, trying to figure out what I can do

next.

“Maybe,” Isabel suggests softly, “his mate, who was raised human for most of her life, and thought she

was human until she conceived a wolf child, and who has a human sister…”

I turn back to Isabel, nodding slowly. “Perhaps I’m the link we need.”

need your help. You

I give my friend a warm smile and she squeezes my hand, a plan starting to form between us. Please

stay,” I whisper to her, shaking my head a little. “I need you here could do so much good here, on my

team.”

She sighs and looks towards James, considering. “I’ll talk to him,” she says, smiling at her mate and

her little girl. “We’ll decide, together, what’s best.”