Grace
Grace told herself she would stop.
After Kaleb’s warning in the hangar, his eyes burning with danger, she swore to herself that she would listen. That she would stay inside her safe little room at The Spruce, keep her head down, and pretend she hadn’t heard the words that had slipped from his mouth.
Some of them aren’t just people.
Stop searching. Or you’ll end up in the dark with the wolves.
Every instinct screamed that she should believe him, that she should run from the edge she was teetering on.
But Grace Rossi had spent months trapped in numb silence. Months where nothing could touch her, where every day was just another weight pressing her into the ground. And now—finally—something had cracked through that ice. Fear, yes. Curiosity, yes. But also… life.
She couldn’t let
