Jace pov
I stood in the training grounds as dawn broke over the pack lands, watching Grace move through combat drills with Thomas Grey. Three days had become two, then one, and now they were hours away from facing Konstantin and his second in combat that would determine the fate of his entire pack.
Storm paced restlessly in my mind, a constant prowl of anxiety and battle-readiness. *They'll fight dirty. Rogues always do. We need to be ready for anything.*
*I know,* I thought back, my eyes never leaving Grace as she executed a perfect takedown against one of Thomas's warriors. *But we can't lose control. Can't let rage make us sloppy.*
Except I could feel the control slipping with every passing hour. The thought of Grace facing a trained killer, of watching her fight for her life while
