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Alpha Jacob - POV As Grace’s hand slowly descended to Zane’s chest, I felt my heart clench. The soft, glowing light that once poured from her palms flickered, and in its place, shadows loomed. I stood frozen, powerless to intervene, as the energy began to surge within her. She was doing it again. Grace... always so determined, always willing to sacrifice herself. I remembered, clear as day, the moment she healed Hailey—how her curse mark, a cruel reminder of the birthright she never asked for, had glowed on her back. Now, I feared it would appear once more on her neck for the world, for all the magic that roams this cursed land, to see. If that happened, she’d be marked for death again. “Grace!” I warned, my voice hard and breaking under the weight of my fear. “Don’t you dare overdo it.