Lorenzo
The forest had fallen silent after the pack vanished, but Grace’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
Every rustle of branches, every breath of wind sounded like the echo of growls in her ears. The silence wasn’t peace—it was the pause before something worse. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, trying to hold her body still, but the tremors kept coming. Her muscles refused to settle, her nerves frayed and raw.
Kaleb stood a few feet away, his bare skin streaked with blood, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. The glow in his eyes was fading, but not gone, a flicker of the wolf still burning inside him. He looked like something carved from shadow and fire—dangerous, untamed, and impossibly still.
Grace swallowed hard, her throat tight. “You shouldn’t have agreed to it
