They would cross the border at the Wolf’s Plain. They knew who they had been, but not who they would become. They would find that out as they lived the rest of their lives. The sky was black, but Lea could see what was inside of it now, and she wished she could tell Ahron Weitz that she finally understood how much more complicated things were than she’d ever imagined. Julien pointed out the constellations his father had named when they stood in their garden, and Lea leaned back to see the thousands of stars in the sky. When they crossed over they would carry everyone they had ever known or loved with them. They would close their eyes and still see it all.

I remember when my mother would do anything for me, when we discovered we were not hunters, but wolves, when the world was taken away from us, when we hid in an attic, when the roses bloomed with silver petals, when a bird danced like a man, when I saw Paris for the first time, when I saw your face in the hallway as you turned to me, when they believed we were worth nothing, when we were sent away on trains, when my father bought my freedom, when the souls of our brothers and sisters rose into the trees, when we ran through the woods, when I loved you above all others and you loved me in return.

“What of Ava?” Julien whispered. Ava had made a campfire. She’d brought along a cast-iron pan and was frying mushrooms she’d plucked in the woods so they would have a proper meal before crossing over. Her black hair shone in the firelight. “What happens to her?”

“She’ll do as she pleases for once.”

“Without you? All she knows is how to watch over you.”

Lea stared at the golem. “She’ll learn. She’ll live her own life.”

“She seems different than she was in Paris,” Julien noted.

“Does she?”

“Well, for one thing she doesn’t hate me.”

They laughed, remembering her initial reaction to him.

“She didn’t trust me for a minute.”

“Well, neither did I. At first.”

“Why would you? I was intolerable.”

She grinned. “Not all of the time. Anyway, she trusts you now.”

Julien shook his head, in disbelief.

“She told me so herself,” Lea told him.

His eyes were so dark. Those gold flecks were gone. Lea ran a hand through his long hair. She wanted to cry whenever she looked at him. She wanted to thank him for keeping his promise.

“You never told me what she was,” Julien said. “You said you would.”

“I will.” As Lea watched Ava she felt a catch in her throat. “But someday,” she said to Julien. “Not today.”