Grace
The night air clung to Grace’s skin, sharp as knives. It sliced through her coat, through the layers she’d wrapped around herself, and settled deep in her bones. But it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.
It was Kaleb.
His words still rang in her ears, louder than the wind, heavier than the silence that followed.
That depends on whether the pack lets you live.
Her knees buckled slightly, the weight of those words threatening to drag her down. But she forced herself to stay upright, spine stiff, chin lifted. Her eyes locked on his shadowed face, searching for something—anything—that might soften the blow.
“You can’t mean that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling trees. “You can’t just leave my life in their hands.”
His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking wit
