CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
"Grace, get back!" Lucas's voice is tense, his body coiled like a spring, ready to launch into the fray. But I can't retreat. Not when it's Jackson leading the Ghost Moon pack into our lands. Why would he attack us?
"Lucas, I have to—"
"No! It's too dangerous." He stands firm, his stance protective, but his eyes betray the turmoil within. The Gamma who sees strength in me where others see frailty now fears for my safety.
But I don't listen. I'm small and fast, slipping through the chaos unseen, a shadow among shadows. Claws clash against claws, growls meld with the cry of combatants. The scent of pine and fresh earth mixes with the coppery tang of blood.
"Jackson!" I call out, weaving through battling wolves, my voice lost amidst the snarls and snaps of teeth. The m
