Chapter 43: Primal Claims
(Grace’s POV)
I walked beside Dominic, his calm footsteps matching my hesitant ones. The neutral territory buzzed with activity even under the moon's watchful gaze.
Wolves of various packs moved in scattered patterns, all careful to avoid unnecessary conflict. Neutral zones were often touted as a safe haven, but I wasn’t naïve. Safety came only in degrees.
Dominic was quiet, but there was an unwavering sense of certainty in his presence. I hadn’t agreed to the dinner invitation immediately. My head was still spinning from my confrontation with Victoria. But Dominic’s offer came with no strings attached—or so he claimed.
He led me to a restaurant tucked away from the main street, the warm light from its windows promising solace after the day’s turmoil. As
