Jace
The silence was louder than the battle had been.
The pack house lay in ruins—splintered wood, shattered glass, blood staining the polished floors that once reeked of power and pride. Wolves lay scattered across the hall, some breathing, some broken, their eyes hollow from what they’d witnessed. My uncle’s body still sprawled where I’d left it, head wrenched at an unnatural angle, blackened veins crawling like roots across his skin.
And in the middle of all that ruin, Cara stood like a shard of starlight. Her hair clung to her damp cheeks, her hands trembling where silver magic still flickered against her skin. She looked fragile. She looked unbreakable. She looked like the only thing anchoring me to the ground when everything else was dust.
My chest heaved with the effort to stay
