Grace
Mine.
The word still echoed through Grace’s head, louder than the growls that had filled the clearing, louder than the clash of teeth and claws. It reverberated through her bones, through the frozen air, through the fragile thread of reality she was still clinging to.
She stood frozen, her breath caught in her chest, her heart racing so hard it hurt.
Kaleb stood in front of her, bare-chested, his skin streaked with blood, his eyes still glowing with the wolf’s fire. He looked like something torn from a myth—untouchable, untamed, dangerous.
And he had just claimed her.
Grace’s lips parted, but no sound came. Her knees trembled, the weight of the moment crushing her. She wanted to scream at him, to demand what he thought he was doing, but fear tangled with something hotter, somet
