CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The air is still thick with the scent of pine and blood as I nudge a fallen branch aside with my paw, stepping over it to reach Lucas, who's sitting against an oak tree. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he wraps a piece of cloth around his arm, stained crimson from the fight. The rogue wolves had come out of nowhere, their howls slicing the night before they attacked, but we'd managed to drive them back—for now.
"Let me do that," I say softly, shifting back into my human form with a fluidity that still surprises me. My fingers are more dexterous than my paws, and I gently take the cloth from him, tying it securely. Lucas watches me, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and admiration.
"Thanks, Grace," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "We need to find a way to keep th
