Grace's POV.
Jackson and I followed the other wolf back out through the pack house toward the house that Rhyder had built for us.
My heart raced in time with the thudding of my feet as they hit gravel.
What was so urgent?
Was Rhyder and Tate okay? Had something happened to them?
My mind swirled with a thousand horrible possibilities.
However, the scene that met me as soon as we arrived, never would have occured to me in a million years.
I halted in my tracks. So did Jackson.
Alexis was sitting on my front steps. She looked a real mess: her hair was tangled and greasy, her skin was blotchy and dirty, her nails were chipped, her clothes were a little torn, and she had lost all of her luster.
Her hands were bound and she had two warriors on either side of her. Rhyder was standing a f
