Grace POV

I push past Lori toward where the Aurorawisp wolves have gathered, their faces reflecting devastation mixed with determination that breaks my heart. They're preparing to leave, to scatter back into wilderness, all because they think staying hurts me.

The thought of losing them—of watching these wolves who survived so much go back to being vulnerable rogues—makes something fierce surge inside me. They can't leave. Not like this.

"Wait!" My voice ...