GRACE POV
The moment the door cracked open, I regretted knocking.
A very sleepy, very annoying Timothy leaned against the frame like the world’s least impressive seduction attempt.
His hair was a mess, his eyes half-open, his voice scratchy and low — a voice some girl, somewhere, might consider sexy.
That girl was not me.
Not in this lifetime. Not in any alternate universe.
Not even if the fate of the world depended on it.
“Hmmm… Gracie bear…” he rasped, rubbing his face. “Did you change your mind about us?”
Us.
I blinked.
Us?
Oh, he did not just—
Before I could even decide between slapping him or laughing in his face, something shifted inside me.
A push.
A surge.
A ripple of heat down my spine.
Hakira.
My wolf.
My wolf who had apparently woken up today and decided, “Yo
