Grace POV

The letter sits on the bedside table like a coiled snake.

I can't stop staring at it. The words blur together, but the threat is crystal clear—come back or lose everything. My pack. My inheritance. My identity as Aurorawisp's heir.

My hands shake.

"Grace."

Ethan's voice pulls me back. He's moved closer, his hand covering mine. The warmth of his touch grounds me.

"Don't let her get in your head," he says. "That's what she ...