Ethan POV

Grace tears away from me without warning.

Panic detonates in my chest. She's sprinting into battle. Rogues everywhere.

Fear claws at me. Ellen roars. Every instinct screams to follow, to protect.

I kill the rogues that block my path. Tear through them. Blood sprays but I barely notice.

All I can think about is Grace. Vulnerable. Alone.

I burst through the entrance. Her scent hits me—cedar and snow. Relief floods through me, ...