GRACE
We sat in the kitchen of the pack house, Lana nursing a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. She sat up on a bar stool, elbows on the counter. Silas and I knelt against the island, arms crossed with confusion lacing our features. We had to bring her here because she refused to disclose anything to me while surrounded by so many men ready to attack her.
Silas sent his men away and personally




