Jace pov
Grace's bags sat by the front door of the pack house, packed and ready. Two duffel bags—everything she had brought and accumulated during her thirty days here. I stood in the foyer, my hands shoved in my pockets to hide their trembling, trying to find words that could possibly encompass everything I was feeling.
"Your grandfather's wolves should be here within the hour," Marcus Reid reported, appearing from the security office. "They'll escort you back to Colorado."
Grace nodded, her expression carefully neutral. "Thank you."
I wanted to say something, anything. *Don't go. Stay with me. I love you. I'm sorry for everything.* But the words stuck in my throat, trapped behind the promise I had made to myself—to let her leave without guilt, without obligation, without one more bu
