Grace's POV.
Eight years earlier:
Rain slammed down on the stained windows of the cozy little coffee shop.
Slow jazz music swayed softly across the air. A fire burned brightly in the far corner, casting a comforting warmth throughout the entirety of the space. The delicious scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted out from behind the counter.
I might have been able to enjoy the atmosphere fully if I weren't in such a sorry emotional state.
I've been wondering around aimlessly for months. I had no idea where to go - no idea what to do. I was lost and all alone.
I thought about going back to the pack countless times, but everytime that I convinced myself that it was the only thing left to do, I recalled the image of Rhyder and Alexis lying in bed together and I couldn't bring myself to sh
