Alpha Grayson’s POV
My mind was a storm, swirling with confusion and anger as I watched Grace’s emotions break her down, piece by piece. It was hard to stand by, knowing how much pain she was in. But something else gnawed at me—the way Jacob hovered near Grace. He had never been like this before. He used to be an arrogant prick around her, always keeping his distance. But now… he seemed protective. Too protective. It stirred something unsettling in me, but I shoved it aside. Grace needed me focused right now.
I stood just outside the witch’s house, every muscle in my body ready to burst through the door and stand by Grace’s side. She was in there with that witch—her mother, or so Glinda claimed. The woman who had murdered her own coven and hidden in my pack. My wolf was on edge, snarling
