Grace pov
I stood outside the Alpha's office, my hand hovering over the door handle, trying to convince myself that checking on Jace for the third time today was necessary and not the sign of a problem I didn't want to acknowledge.
It had been a week since the memorial service. A week of watching Jace go through the motions of leadership while barely holding himself together. A week of me telling myself every morning that today would be the day I left, and every evening finding a reason to stay just one more day.
I was losing myself in this. I could feel it happening—the careful walls I had built over three years crumbling a little more each time I had to pull Jace back from the edge, each time I found myself making excuses to stay near him, each time my wolf purred with contentment at
