Grace – POV
I sprinted as fast as I could, retreating while I fled. I couldn’t see the face of the person who had just exited the Glinda store, but that unknown figure was charging toward me at an alarming speed. My pulse pounded, and my breath came in short gasps. My intuition screamed that the person following me was a wolf. Additionally, some sort of ethereal entity was also on my trail.
“Grace, listen carefully,” Cindy’s voice echoed in my head. “If we shift into wolves, the attacker will see the birth curse mark on your skin.”
“I’m furious with you, Cindy. Why didn’t you tell me about this curse mark earlier? How did the witch know, and you didn’t?” I demanded, exasperated.
“The curse was cast on your eighteenth birthday, Grace. I couldn’t know because it wasn’t there before. I’m
