Grace's POV.
I stormed out of the hospital wing, tears of anger and disbelief blurring my vision.
My hands trembled with unrestrained rage as I rushed back to the spot where I had left Tate.
I barely even noticed the looks that the other wolves were giving me and when Rhyder stepped in front of me with his hands reaching for me I didn't stop. I pushed past him and continued on my path with one goal in mind.
"Grace..."
He called after me, but I hardly registered his voice.
"What's going on? What happened in there?"
I finally reached Tate - he was sitting on the grass with a few other pups, giggling about some secret they had just shared.
I grabbed him by his hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Come, Tate. We're leaving."
I turned and began to walk, but Tate struggled against my grip
