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Her words hang in the air, laden with implications. I understand the plan she’s proposing, the deception we could enact as identical twins. But beneath it all, I sense the primal instincts at play, the ruthless logic of survival that Grace embodies.

The calculating look in her eyes mirrors my own fears, reminding me of the depths of her cunning. At that moment, she’s not just my mate; she’s a luna, a general plotting her next move on the battlefield of our lives. And as much as it scares me, I can’t deny the thrill that comes with knowing she’s on my side.

“So you believe that if Griffin and I look completely identical, they will come out and attack?” I tilt my head, studying my mate’s expression, searching for any hint of doubt or concern.

“We know you’re feared.” Grace’s voice is soft, but there’s a determination underlying her words as she moves closer, her eyes locking onto mine. She presses her lips to mine in a brief, reassuring kiss. Her touch sends a shiver down my spine, grounding me in the intensity of the moment. “Why not hide as the brother that is the politician?”

Her words hang in the air, laden with strategy and pragmatism. I can feel the gears turning in my mind, running through scenarios and possibilities. The weight of the decision settles on my shoulders, each option weighed against the potential risks and rewards.

“It seems like a solid idea.” I nod slowly, the image forming in my mind’s eye of Griffin with a fresh haircut, his features blending seamlessly with mine. “Maybe we can get Griffin to get a haircut so that it’s faster for my hair to meet in the middle.”

I watch Grace closely, waiting for her reaction to my suggestion. Her eyes narrow slightly as she considers the practicality of the plan, her mind undoubtedly already working out the logistics.

Grace’s eyes gleam with determination as she fixes her gaze on me, her intensity palpable in the air. The garden suddenly feels charged with anticipation, as if we’re standing on the precipice of something significant. And then, as if on cue, my identical twin, Griffin, strides into the room, his presence commanding attention.

“What are you two plotting?” Griffin’s voice cuts through the tension, his tone rough, hinting at the seriousness of the situation. He wastes no time in assessing the situation. His eyes darting between Grace and me, searching for any hint of deception.

“It’s a ruse,” Grace responds, her words deliberate as she shifts her focus from me to Griffin, her eyes unwavering in their intensity.

“We trick our enemies into thinking that Ethan has left us for whatever he needs to do. He’ll ride out on his bike like usual. Conrad will pick him up somewhere outside of town. We will bring the bike home late at night.” Grace looks between the two of us and I see a crack in Griffin’s armor. As Grace lays out the plan, I watch Griffin closely, noting the subtle crack in his stoic facade. His eyes betray a hint of curiosity mixed with a touch of apprehension, a testament to the gravity of our scheme.

“And the haircut?” Griffin’s question hangs in the air, his gaze moving between the two of us, probing for answers.

“Ethan is growing his hair out,” Grace explains, her voice steady as she outlines the finer details of our plan. “We’ll take you to get your hair cut so that the new image makes it easier for you two to match. It’ll take about two months for it to be nearly impossible to tell you apart.”

I nod in agreement, acknowledging the logic behind Grace’s calculations. The plan is solid, meticulously crafted to deceive even the most discerning eyes.

“It seems to be a solid plan,” I affirm, my resolve firm as I reach for a skullcap, pulling it over my head to maintain the illusion. “When do we put it in motion?”

“It’s already is in motion. We need to hunt the hunters and then save Ambrose’s mate before she’s lost to her wolf.” The urgency grips us all like a vice as Grace’s words hang heavy in the air, each syllable echoing with the weight of impending loss. It’s as though time itself is a predator, relentless and unforgiving, stalking its prey with silent determination. The garden is crackling with tension, as if the very roses are pulsing with the urgency of our mission.

Griffin’s expression is a canvas of emotions, shock, and concern painting his features with bold strokes. His eyes widen, reflecting the tumult of thoughts swirling within him, mirroring the gravity of Grace’s revelation. With each step he takes, the floor seems to creak beneath his weight, a subtle echo of the burden he now carries.

“His mate is going to be lost to her wolf?” His voice trembles with a mixture of disbelief and dread, as if grappling with the enormity of the task ahead. Yet, there’s a steely determination in his gaze as he moves further into the room, his resolve hardening with each passing moment.

Grace’s posture is one of unwavering determination, her spine rigid as she meets Griffin’s gaze head-on. She embodies the essence of leadership, her words cutting through the tension like a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. In her presence, I see the embodiment of strength and purpose, the very essence of the Luna we’ve long awaited.

Her hand reaches out, fingers curling around Griffin’s face with a fierce intensity, as if channeling her unwavering resolve directly into him. In that moment, their connection transcends mere touch, becoming a conduit for something deeper, something primal. I can almost taste the electric charge that courses between them, a silent exchange of visions and emotions that binds them together in purpose.

“You know I found her. We maybe have a year at most before she is lost to her wolf. With as much as Ambrose has done for us.” Grace sits up ramrod straight as she faces Griffin. The Luna I have waited for is standing before us. “I will not fail him.” As Grace shares her visions with Griffin, I feel the weight of their significance settle over us like a shroud. It’s as though the future unfolds before us, revealing glimpses of both hope and despair in equal measure. And in that shared moment of revelation, I sense a shift within Griffin, a subtle transformation as he comes face to face with the reality of what lies ahead.

The air hangs heavy with the weight of our collective resolve, each of us poised on the precipice of a journey fraught with peril and uncertainty. But during it all, there’s a glimmer of hope, a flicker of determination that refuses to be extinguished.

I step closer to her, the warmth of her cheeks under my fingertips sending a shiver down my spine. The softness of her skin contrasts with the strength I know she carries within. As I lean in, our breaths mingle, and I press a tender kiss to the tip of her nose, feeling the flutter of her eyelashes against my cheek.

“This is what I cherish about you,” I whisper, my voice filled with an admiring fondness. “Your heart, always in the right place.”

Leaving her side, I stride purposefully out of the room, the weight of impending danger heavy in the air. My wolf stirs within me, a restless presence pacing beneath my skin, attuned to every rustle and whisper of the world around us.

The threat looms large: an elder and a rogue alpha both on the hunt for my mate. Though I should say “our” mate, for we are bound by more than just affection. Yet, in this moment, selfishness takes hold, my focus narrowing to protect what’s mine.

Ambrose will arrive soon, drawn by Grace’s gentle call through the pack tether. Grace... her name a reflection of her essence. She moves with the elegance of a dancer, her gentleness a soothing balm amid chaos.

Chapter 18

Grace

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