Grace POV

Making decisions has never felt this difficult, like every choice is a blade cutting into something vital. The door is closed, and I'm alone with the storm still raging inside my chest.

The rational part of my mind has clawed back to the surface, but what it's showing me isn't comforting. The emotional upheaval from those carved wolves, from our confrontation—it's settling into something colder now, clearer in ways that make the pain sharper. My hands ...