Chapter 108 Grace's Plan

　　Grace's POV 　　A gentle jolt stirred me from my sleep. 　　As I sat up, the realization hit me swiftly—the boat was swaying back and forth, creating a discomforting churn in my stomach. Anticipating a potential bout of seasickness, I clung to the hope that I might be one of the fortunate few spared from it. 　　"Ugh…" I groaned, dragging myself to the bathroom. 　　A teasing voice interrupted my misery. "Look at you, what a mess!" 　　I turned to find Boone Carlyle, the Gamma of the Black Wolf Pack, leaning casually in the doorway. 　　"What's the matter?" I said coldly. 　　"Don't forget who got you out of there, Grace. You shouldn't talk to me like that," Boone reminded me as he strolled into the room and took a seat. 　　Suppressing my irritation, I pursed my lips and closed my eyes; this was still a far cry from Bonnatown, the Black Wolf Pack's territory. 　　"So, my ally, I need to know what our next move is," Boone squinted at me, his gaze briefly cold as it fell on the small figure on my bed.