Grace pov
I hadn't planned to stay.
I had fully intended to leave the morning after the attack, to return to Colorado and the life I had built there, to put Jace Storms and his grief and the whole mess behind me.
But when dawn broke and I had gone to the community center to say goodbye to the pack members who'd helped during the crisis, I had found chaos.
No one was coordinating the cleanup efforts. Pack members were arguing about security rotations. The investigation into the rogue attack had stalled because no one was authorized to make decisions. And worst of all, injured wolves weren't getting proper medical attention because the pack healer was overwhelmed and no one was organizing triage.
I had looked at the disorder, at the pack members who were clearly struggling without their
