Grace’s POV
Perhaps it was the alcohol buzzing through my system. Or perhaps I’d just gotten so sick and tired of being tied to my jerk of an ex-mate. Because despite everything that had happened, I’d realized something important tonight:
I did have the power to decide my own narrative…
After months where I’d just gone from one situation to the next, I’d often felt as if I was just a leaf blowing where the wind blew me. Or a boat going where the stream took me.
Being rejected?
No control over it.
Being captured and abused?
Out of my hands.
Becoming alpha?
A desperate attempt to keep my friends alive!
And then it was more or less just a question of holding on tight and surviving the tempest that was leading a pack. In short, I’d been spending the last couple of months trying to heal myself, build a pack and take care of everyone else around me.
I was tired!