Grace’s POV
The moment my friends left, the silence in the room was deafening. I mindlessly scooped ice cream into my mouth, my eyes glued to the television—though I wasn’t watching it, not really. I was trying to drown out the thoughts, the endless thoughts. They had texted me, letting me know they arrived safely, but even that didn’t soothe the chaos spinning inside my mind. Glinda’s words echoed like a warning bell: Run. Leave the packhouse. It’s the only way to stop Alpha Jacob and Alpha Grayson from tearing each other apart for the title. Alpha Ruth won’t find you. The idea gnawed at me, haunted me. But I stayed.
None of my friends were here anymore. I was alone, a prisoner of my thoughts. But I wasn’t scared for them—I trusted them. I trusted them to be strong enough to face Alpha
