Zane - POV
“Grace!” I cried out, my voice raw with panic as I knelt beside her. Blood trickled from the wound on her neck, the edges still fresh and angry. Maria’s face softened as she realized just how much Grace meant to me—she was more than a comrade; she was like a sister, a part of my heart.
“This must be Lewis’s doing,” Maria muttered, bending over Grace to check her injuries. Her fingers brushed gently over the wound, her expression pained. “But why would she risk herself like this?” she asked, her voice tight with frustration.
“If I could, I would have taken her place,” I said, my voice trembling with the effort to keep it steady. “But now, I have to hide Grace from Ruth and get her to the Red Moon Pack for healing.” Maria rested her head on my shoulder, offering me comfort with
