Grace
The howls still echoed in Grace’s ears as Kaleb guided her away from the circle. Her legs stumbled over the snow, but his arm stayed firm around her, steadying her with quiet strength. She kept her eyes down, refusing to look at the silver wolf’s broken body lying in the ring. The pack’s eyes followed them as they passed, burning into her back, but none dared step forward.
Not after what Kaleb had done.
The forest swallowed them whole, the trees closing in like sentinels, muffling the sounds of the pack until only the crunch of snow beneath their feet remained. But silence didn’t mean peace. Grace’s chest still ached with every breath, her ribs tight with fear and grief. Her tears hadn’t dried; they clung to her lashes, hot despite the morning cold.
Kaleb finally slowed, leading
