CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The tension in the air crackles like a live wire as Derek steps forward, his eyes narrowed with accusation. I can feel everyone's gaze on me, heavy and expectant, as if I'm about to be dissected for their scrutiny.
"Grace," Derek begins, his voice dripping with disdain, "I knew something was off when you came back from the woods that night. You reeked of him." The last word is spat out like venom, and I flinch at the intensity of his glare.
"Of who?" Lucas's voice cuts through the thick atmosphere, laced with a calmness that belies the storm I know is brewing within him. His blue eyes, usually so warm and trusting when they rest on me, are now sharp and searching.
"Jackson," Derek states flatly. "The Alpha of the Ghost Moon pack. She's been fraternizing with the en
