POV: Grace
“He’s my mate!” I managed to shout before my voice cracked. A warm trail of blood began oozing from the middle of my palm before I realized how tight I clenched my fists. My body stood rigid and frozen, and my gaze remained fixed on the ground beneath me.
In truth, I didn't even need to glance ahead to understand the situation. My ears still caught my mother's subdued gasp and the subtle movements of the wolves behind me. Yet, only one reaction mattered to me. Even if there were countless barriers between us, I could still sense my father's intense stare upon me. It made me wish I could dig a hole beneath my feet and vanish from existence.
Now that I spouted these words, Arthur could no longer kill Zain unless my own father wished to inflict great pain upon me. The stronger t
