Grace’s POV
“GRACE!”
I spun to face Jack--- or I would have if I hadn’t been practically body slammed into his hard chest and engulfed by his big arms.
I let out a sigh of relief and hugged him back, not realizing how much I’d needed this until right this moment. I’d sensed it through our mate bond the second he was told of what was going on. His panic and fury had slammed into me like a punch to the gut and I’d tried to get Loy to tell him that I was fine. Turns out that that statement works as well on overprotective possessive alpha werewolves as a “calm down” works for upset women.
NOT. AT. ALL!
“Jack,” I said softly, letting him sniff and hold me as much as he needed while stroking my fingers up and down his naked spine. “I’m ok. I promise. Everything’s fine…”