"You did this on purpose!"
"Came back to drain Alex, called him during the transplant, ambushed us in the hospital—now this!"
Alice's face shifts. "I don't know what you—"
"Enough!" A growl rips from behind.
Alex stands in the doorway.
His gaze flicks from Alice's red cheek to my trembling hand.
"Grace!" He bounds to Alice's side, fingertips brushing her cheek with the tenderness. "She struck you? What happened?"
As Alice weaves her tale through fake sobs, I watch Alex's expression freeze over. "
It's just a shawl. Is violence necessary?"
He turns on me.
"Just a shawl?" My voice trembles.
"Alex Brown, that was my grandma's last gift—her wolf's warmth is stitched into every thread!"
He flinches.
For Five years, I've played the docile she-wolf, never baring my teeth.
Now, my re
