Jace pov
Day One.
I sat across from Dr. Patricia Morrison, a human therapist who specialized in trauma and grief counseling for the supernatural community. My mother had arranged the appointment, and Grace had made sure I actually attended it instead of finding excuses to avoid it.
"Tell me about your father's death," Dr. Morrison said gently.
My hands clenched on the arms of the chair. "I'd rather not."
"I understand it's painful. But avoiding the pain won't make it go away—it will just let it fester." She leaned forward slightly. "You witnessed your father's murder. You were injured trying to protect him. And now you're struggling to function as the Alpha who inherited his position. That's an enormous amount of trauma to process."
"I don't have time to process trauma," I replied f
