Grace
The forest erupted before Grace could blink.
A blur of gray and white crashed through the trees, the sound of claws tearing through snow. Kaleb moved first, a dark streak against the pale dawn—pure instinct, pure protection. His arm shot out, shoving Grace backward just as Rylan’s massive silver form slammed into him.
The impact cracked like thunder.
“Kaleb!” Grace’s scream echoed through the clearing, raw and terrified.
He hit the ground hard, rolling, his body twisting as fur ripped through skin. In a heartbeat, the black wolf stood where the man had been—larger, darker, fury burning from every line of him.
“No,” Grace whispered, stumbling back. “Not again.”
Rylan lunged, silver teeth flashing. Kaleb met him head-on. Their collision sent up a spray of snow and blood.
Grace’
