Jace pov
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, running a hand over my abdomen where the silver scar had finally settled into a thin, pale line. Six weeks. Six weeks of recovery, and Dr. Morrison had officially cleared me for full Alpha duties that morning.
I was completely healed.
Storm practically vibrated with satisfaction. *Finally. We can run properly again. Hunt. Fight if needed.*
*And take Grace on actual dates,* I added, which was honestly what excited me most. No more being confined to the pack house. No more medical restrictions. Just me and Grace, figuring out what we were together without injury as an excuse.
My phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time that week. I already knew who it was before I looked—Madison had been relentless since Grace had shut her down
