Marcy POV
The air in the clearing felt like shards of glass slicing my lungs with every breath. The cold bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my heart. Gracie stood beside me, her knuckles pale from clenching her fists too tight, her shoulders stiff like a coiled spring. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing left to say—only blood to spill.
Jade was gone.
The words had shattered us, a blunt force trauma that left a hollow ache in my chest. She wasn’t just a friend; she was the glue that held us together, the fire that burned brightest among us. And now, she was dead—killed by the same girl who had once hidden from us, who we had laughed at behind her back. Faith.
The whispers that drifted through the pack were venomous: Faith killed her without re
