Grace's POV.
I felt it as soon as I stepped out of the car.
There was something different about the pack. The energy just felt off.
Everyone had a strange air around them and I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they were about to bury one of their own.
The pack seemed so distant from each other. They looked nervous, anxious even - a far cry from the pack that I left behind all those years ago.
Something was wrong... very wrong.
I slowly made my way through the crowd greeting wolves as I went. Some only nodded their heads in acknowladgement while others stopped to talk for a few seconds.
Mostly, they only offered their condolences and asked how I've been.
They all looked happy to see me again, but there was something strange
