"Are we certain these markers belong to her?" another voice asked cautiously.
My gaze sharpened. "The markers are unlike anything seen before. It’s her. And we will find her."
(Grace's POV)
Dominic’s sanctuary was quiet. Too quiet. It should have calmed me. But as I rested on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, peace wasn’t mine tonight.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it—the heaviness in Alexander’s eyes. The rage he barely concealed. And the whisper of one word echoing in his absence: Ethan.
My hand moved automatically to my abdomen, cradling the swell that harbored my pups. Protectiveness tightened my chest as I whispered softly. "They won’t find us. I won’t let them."
Then, the pull of the pack mind-link hit me like a shockwave. It was sharp, urgent, and impossible to igno
