Liam pov It happened naturally, on a quiet evening in the pack house gardens. Grace was sitting with me on our favorite bench, watching the sunset paint the sky in gold. Her nightmares had grown less frequent, and her gift of true-seeing showed her nothing but genuine love and protection in my eve
Grace pov After the kiss we shared, I couldn't stop smiling. I rested against Liam's chest on our garden bench, feeling his strong heartbeat under my ear. My gift of true-seeing remained active, constantly showing me nothing but pure love and protection emanating from my mate. I finally felt safe
Grace pov Morning sunlight filtered through the windows as I woke in Liam's room, feeling more rested than I had in months. My gift immediately activated, showing her the pure truth of her surroundings - she was safe, protected, exactly where she belonged. Ger mate held her all night. Liam stood
Liam pov The full moon painted their room in silver light as me and Grace prepared for the sacred mating ritual. Her gift of true-seeing showed her the pure love and devotion radiating from her mate as I took her hands in Mine. We took a ritual where I marked her fully in front of both packs and v
Grace pov My gift woke me before the danger even reached our territory. My eyes snapped open in the pre-dawn darkness, the truth-seeing power showing me threats approaching from multiple directions. My heart was raving as I sat up, fear filling me. They were coming to capture me. "Liam," I shook
Liam pov "Dad," my voice carried through our pack bonds with urgency. "We need you. Grace sees something big coming." I was hoping what she saw would not happen, but she is certain. Dad appeared almost instantly, moving with our Alphas to reach me. Through our family bond, I felt his protective
Liam pov Dad moved swiftly after leaving Grace, and I he was reaching out through long-established alliances. His first call was to Elena Blackwood. He told me to take Grace back to our place and calm her down. Our alphas were meeting with warriors as I headed to our bedroom. She was still sniffli
Liam pov The battle erupted with supernatural fury, allied packs clashing with the hunters' forces. Grace's gift guided our defense, while Sarah's probability manipulation helped counter the hunters' strategies. But no one saw the hidden weapon until it was too late. My yell for my father was too
Grace pov The drive back to the pack house was silent, weighted with the enormity of what had transpired at the Prisma Institute. I sat in the back seat, Sophia sleeping peacefully in her carrier beside me, while Liam maintained a protective vigil, occasionally stealing concerned glances at me. In
"What did you do?" he whispered. "Restored balance," I managed, my voice hoarse. "For now, at least." The entity had settled into a gently swirling pattern, no longer the chaotic, expanding force it had been. Reid and several other Prisma Institute personnel stared in shock from the doorway. "
Grace pov Chen moved to a control panel, inputting a complex code that caused a previously hidden door to slide open, revealing a short corridor leading to the circular chamber where the entity awaited. "Grace, please," Liam begged, shifting Sophia in his arms. "There has to be another way." I
I felt a tugging sensation in my mind, a familiar connection establishing itself. The entity was reaching out to me, recognizing me from years before. Not as an enemy, I realized with sudden clarity, but as something else—a kindred spirit, perhaps. Another being whose nature had been fundamentally a
Grace pov Around the chamber's perimeter sat three individuals in reclining chairs, their eyes fixed on the entity, glowing with the distinctive light of active truth-sight. They looked exhausted, faces drawn with strain. "What exactly am I looking at?" Alex asked, his voice low with tension.
Grace pov The Prisma Institute loomed before us, a sleek glass and steel structure nestled among dense pine forest. From the outside, it resembled an upscale research hospital or tech campus—all clean lines and reflective surfaces that revealed nothing of what lay within. Only the subtle security
Liam took my hands in his, his grip firm and grounding. "Listen to me. I don't care what they did or what they think. I know what's real. The woman I love, the mother of my children—that's you. Not some subject number, not some experiment. You." "But how can we trust anything?" I asked, my voice b
Grace pov I continued scrolling, finding more photographs: myself at various ages, always in clinical settings, always with that same serious expression. And then, abruptly, the images stopped. The next entry was dated 2015, when, according to the file, my memories had been "reconstructed." *Fin
Grace pov The pack house hummed with activity as preparations were underway for the coming arrangement with the Prisma Institute. In the midst of this controlled chaos, I sat alone in the small study off the main library, the flash drive Reid had given me resting on the desk before me. I had waite