Grace
The clearing pulsed with danger.
The air was thick with the growls of wolves, every sound vibrating through Grace’s chest like a drumbeat of dread. The circle had closed again, golden eyes glowing from every direction, and at the front stood the silver-eyed wolf—massive, merciless, its lips curled back to reveal gleaming fangs that caught the moonlight like blades.
Kaleb stood between her and them, his stance rigid, his body a wall of protection. His voice rumbled low and fierce, a sound that didn’t belong to any man.
“She’s under my protection.”
The silver-eyed wolf snarled in answer, the sound echoing like thunder through the trees. Its hackles rose, the rest of the pack shifting restlessly behind it, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on Grace like she was prey.
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