Gracie’s POV
“Who was that?” I gasped, breath catching as the guards pushed my brother’s stretcher through the hallway, blood pouring from his back.
Tavin was dying. I knew it.
My voice cracked in a frantic prayer. “Goddess, no… Please. Let him live.”
I ran behind the stretcher, feet stumbling over the polished pack house floor, heart hammering louder than my footsteps. My palms were clenched, trembling as I tried to hold on to what little hope I had. I’d seen enough blood to know this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just an attack. It was a message.
And whoever sent it wasn’t playing.
My mother… She wasn’t even human anymore.
I looked at her beside me, her feet barely touching the ground. The rage in her eyes? That wasn’t from any grief a human could carry. That was a mother wolf, feral
