Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence.
Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle.
She’s dead.
Truly, finally dead.
And for a moment, I can’t believe it.
The crazy b***h is gone.
Grace—the Gamma’s precious daughter. The spoiled monster who made my life in this pack a daily hell. She humiliated me, tried to break me, made me feel small, powerless—and smiled while doing it. She laughed when I cried.
Sure, I fought back.
But Grace had power. Protection. She used it like a blade, cutting me down every chance she got.
Now she’s nothing but silence.
And
