Grace POV

The scent hits me. Chemical flowers masking something wild—exactly like the grey wolf from my room.

Recognition jolts through me. Every muscle tenses.

Damien was behind the attack.

Fury detonates in my chest. He sent that wolf to terrorize me.

I inch closer despite my fear.

"Hey," I whisper. "Are you—"

The wolf's head snaps up. Fangs flash—long, yellowed, bared at me.

Terror explodes through me. I jerk backward. My ...