Grace
The words cut through the night like a knife.
On whether I can keep them from tearing you apart.
Grace’s breath faltered. Her chest felt like it was caving in, each heartbeat a jagged blade. The wolves’ eyes glowed in the dark, a circle of silent judgment closing around her. The silver-eyed one growled again, and the sound trembled through her bones.
She wanted to scream. To run. But her body was rooted, frozen, trapped between the reality of Kaleb standing tall in front of her and the impossible sight of the beasts that bowed to him.
“Kaleb—” Her voice cracked.
“Go.” His command was rough, low, not meant for her but for the wolves pressing forward. His shoulders squared, the muscles in his jaw tightening.
The black wolf snarled, snapping its teeth. Grace flinched, stumbling b
