Grace
Grace’s blood ran cold.
The growl still vibrated through her bones, echoing inside her head like it had been meant for her alone. She doesn’t belong here. The meaning was clear, undeniable, though no human voice had spoken it.
Her knees weakened, and for a moment she thought she might collapse into the snow. But then her gaze snapped to Kaleb.
He stood tall, rigid, his broad shoulders squared against the ring of wolves. His eyes were sharp, burning with something raw. His body blocked her from them completely, like a shield.
But his words from moments ago cut deeper than the cold. They’re my family.
“Kaleb,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… what are they? What are you?”
The silver-eyed wolf growled again, low and menacing. Grace flinched, instinctively stepping back,
