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I watch in awe as Deacon closes his eyes, his tiny hand patting the top of his mother’s breast, finding comfort in her embrace. It’s such a simple, yet profound image, and it floods my heart with an indescribable joy. In that moment, surrounded by the ones I love, I feel like I’ve found my true place in the world.

I stand amidst the joyful gathering, my heart swelling with warmth as I observe my companions and the newest additions to our family reveling in the festivities. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and music, but my attention is drawn to the two young girls, daughters of our kin, twirling and darting between relatives with carefree abandon.

Suddenly, their playful dance halts as their gaze fixates on Lorcan. It’s then that I notice Grace’s eyes take on a peculiar milky hue, and I watch as Lorcan meets their curious stares with a gentle smile.

“Are you sharing your vision?” I inquire softly, breaking the spell, and Grace startles, her eyes darting nervously between us.

“Um, yes?” Her voice wavers, uncertainty flickering across her features as she grapples with the newfound ability.

“You can share your vision?” Nicolai’s voice carries a gentle reassurance as he reaches out, tenderly clasping Grace’s hand.

“It seems so. My wolf taught me how,” Grace replies, a tentative smile playing on her lips. “He didn’t know what he looked like. Or me.” Her eyes cloud over once more, a milky white veil enveloping her gaze, while Lorcan’s own eyes shimmer with a vibrant green amidst the ethereal glow.

“Today marks the first time I’ve ever truly seen in my entire life. I feel blessed by Selune’s grace,” Lorcan murmurs, his voice tinged with reverence. “I will offer her praise and thanks until the end of my days.”

Grace’s chest swells with a mix of pride and apprehension as she stands before Griffin, her heart pounding in her chest like a tribal drum. She takes a deep breath, savoring the moment before she speaks, her words dripping with honeyed affection.

“I am lucky that I can gift you sight,” she murmurs, her voice a soft melody in the stillness of the room. The corners of her lips turn up in a tender smile, her eyes closing to relish the sensation. “Even if it’s for a little while.”

But beneath the affection, there’s a simmering determination, a fierce loyalty to her pack that ignites like wildfire. “Think about the bigger picture,” she continues, her voice steady despite the turbulent emotions swirling within her. “If trouble comes, all of my mates will be able to fight and protect the family.”

Yet, amidst the warmth of her words, there’s a chill of doubt in the air as Griffin’s caution cuts through the moment like a sharp blade. “It’s very dangerous what you are doing, Grace,” he warns, his voice a stark contrast to her own.

Grace’s eyes snap open, blazing with an intensity that sends shivers down Griffin’s spine. They burn with the golden fire of a true alpha, flecks of red dancing in their depths like embers in the night. At that moment, she seems more than just a lunar wolf; she’s a force of nature, a primal entity bound by instinct and desire.

“And you know this how?” she challenges, her voice a low growl, tinged with a hint of defiance. “Sense isn’t always what is right.”

The tension between them crackles in the air like electricity, a silent battle of wills raging beneath the surface. Grace’s gaze turns borderline feral as she locks eyes with Griffin, her disdain for his adherence to rules simmering just beneath the surface. In her heart, she knows that sometimes, to protect her pack, she must embrace the wildness within her, even if it means defying convention and risking everything she holds dear.

Griffin leans back in his chair, his heart pounding against his chest, his breath caught in his throat, shocked at Grace’s reaction. The air in the room seems to thicken with tension, suffocating, as if Grace’s power looms over them all like a heavy blanket.

After speaking with the elders, Griffin knows the extent of Grace’s abilities. She possesses a formidable strength, capable of bending the will of everyone at the table to her command. Memories flood Griffin’s mind of the first time Grace met the Alphas after her wedding, the way she effortlessly silenced or even extinguished the fierce spirit of an Alpha’s wolf.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” Griffin’s voice trembles slightly as he tries to divert attention away from the palpable aura of authority that Grace exudes.

Grace inhales deeply, her gaze sweeping over each person at the table with an intensity that sends shivers down Griffin’s spine. “Once Ethan is fully healed,” she begins, her words carrying a weighty gravity, “he needs to train the new Alpha in Wolverton.”

Nicolai shifts uncomfortably under Grace’s gaze, a silent acknowledgment of her power.

“Every week,” Grace continues, her voice a commanding whisper, “you will alternate training the new Alpha. He currently is the weakest link.” As she speaks, we feel a tingling sensation wash over us, as if Grace’s power is reaching out, testing, probing.

Grace’s eyes begin to glow with an otherworldly light, and she closes them, her breaths coming slow and measured. I feel a gentle brush, almost like a caress, of her power moving over me, leaving me feeling both awed and unsettled.

Suddenly, Grace hums softly, her fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the tabletop. The tension in the room eases slightly, but I can still feel the weight of Grace’s command lingering in the air.

Her eyes snap open, piercing and intense, as she looks at each person. “Ambrose is going this week to start the new Alpha’s training.” With that announcement, Grace’s demeanor shifts, and she looks down at her plate, resuming her meal as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. But we know better. Grace’s power, once unleashed, lingers like a silent threat, a reminder of the force that she wields.

Chapter 15

Conrad

-Bad Guy- Billie Eilish-

-Two weeks later-

In the last few weeks, I’ve witnessed a stark transformation in Grace, and it’s been both mesmerizing and unsettling. Since Deacon’s birth, there’s been a subtle shift in her temperament, as if something profound has awakened within her. It’s like watching a dormant flower suddenly burst into bloom, revealing colors and depths I never knew existed.

Her connection with her inner wolf has grown stronger, almost palpable. It’s as though her instincts are guiding her, whispering ancient truths that only she can hear. And as she delves deeper into her newfound knowledge, I can see the lines of understanding etched into her expression.

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