Grace - POV
Grayson sat across from me, his face taut with unspoken tension. I watched him, my mind racing, desperately trying to find a way to stop the weight of everything threatening to crush us. Questions swirled relentlessly inside me. Could I really be a hybrid wolf? Both my parents were pure wolves—how could this be? When I asked Cindy, she claimed ignorance, but her unease made me suspect she knew more than she let on.
How do the council wolves know if they have a hybrid in their midst? I silently wondered, the fear tightening in my chest.
Grayson sighed deeply, the sound heavy with something I couldn’t quite place. He lifted his coffee cup, the steam rising like the unspoken words between us. “When a wolf is born, the parents are required to bring them to the Moon Goddess Templ
