Grace's POV.
"Grace? What are you doing all the way out here... by yourself?"
I was a few miles away from the pack house - down by the river that ran through the outer edges of the territory.
I thought that I would be left alone - that no one would come looking for me all the way out here.
After Rhyder's lecture last night, I felt like a sullen child and didn't want to see or talk to anyone.
I also needed some time to think about everything that he had said.
But my mother must have sniffed me out.
"I'm hiding."
"Ah... I see. And where is Tate?"
I sighed miserably.
"With his father... he woke before sun rise, dressed himself, and tried to sneak out without me noticing. Fortunately for me, he still has all the subtlety of a hand grenade."
My mother tried, but failed, to hide her
