Jace pov
I stood at the window of our bedroom, watching the first light of dawn break over pack territory. Behind me, Grace was still sleeping—heavily pregnant at thirty-eight weeks, she needed every moment of rest she could get. The trap we had set three months ago had never been sprung. The planned attack during her ultrasound appointment had never materialized.
And that terrified me more than if the rogues had actually attacked.
Storm paced restlessly in my mind. *Too quiet. Enemies don't just give up. They're planning something.*
*I know,* I thought back, my eyes scanning the treeline in the distance where patrols rotated every four hours. *But what?*
After Madison's interrogation revealed the plot, after Brittany had been detained and confessed everything under the same wolfsbane
