Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Grace: Abandoned

How long do I stand there, eyes straining in the darkness that steadily grows?

Who knows. I sure don't.

The howls change; many are still hunting. Several have found their mates. Is Rafe howling out there, sharing a joyous run with his newfound mate?

That pretty little red wolf, the gorgeous woman within—she's everything I'm not.

My breath puffs out in wispy smoke, a visual reminder of the temperature, even though my body's already long cold.

My teeth chatter as I wrap my arms around myself, finally roused out of my fugue state to ponder more immediate concerns. Like how to get home.

I've never been great at reading the stars. Alpha always warned me I should learn these basic skills; I don't have an internal compass, and I'm terrible at tracking. But I live with wolves, so I don't spend many nights outside alone. It's too dangerous.

The forest stretches endlessly, nothing but shadows and the rustling of leaves and howls in the distance.

At least no one seems to be around me. Hopefully that means I'm close to home. I pick a direction at random, praying it leads me out of this nightmare.

Who would do this to me, setting me up for such a cruel fate? The questions swirl in my mind, but answers are out of reach. Yes, there are occasional pranks when you live with wolves. There's some harassment. There's even a solid amount of bullying I endure in silence.

But this? To threaten my life, to put me in the middle of the Mate Hunt, knowing at any time a frustrated wolf could hunt me down?

Human women are fully aware of the statistics; unmated shifter males are their biggest fear. Any male shifter in human territory is automatically suspect whenever a sexual assault case comes up.

It's no secret in the shifter community; it's a struggle every pack deals with. Most of the assaults are from rogue wolves, but not all. It's one of the many reasons they're not welcome among most human communities.

So who would be this cruel, knowing my likely fate?

As much as I can be disliked among the pack, I'm not generally hated.

The forest floor bites into my bare feet with every step. Twigs snap, leaves crunch, and sharp rocks dig into my soles. My toes curl against the cold, damp earth. Each step sends a jolt of pain up my leg from my throbbing ankle.

I crash through the underbrush, all grace abandoned. Branches whip across my face and arms, leaving stinging welts in their wake.

"Move quietly. Blend with the forest. Especially because you're human, you'll need to move like a wolf."

Rafe's voice echoes in my head, unbidden. Tears prick at my eyes as I remember his patient instructions, his warm hands guiding me through the woods. How many nights did we spend out here, him teaching me to navigate the wilderness?

No. I shove the memories away, blinking furiously against the moisture threatening to spill over.

But they keep coming, relentless as the cold seeping into my bones.

"Watch where you step. See how I place my foot? Roll from heel to toe, avoid anything that might snap or rustle."

I stumble over a root, nearly falling face-first into the leaf litter. Every move I make announces my presence.

"You're doing great, Grace. Soon you'll be moving as well as any wolf."

A choked sob escapes my lips before I can stop it. Rafe's proud smile, the warmth in his eyes as he watched me improve—it's all tainted now. Poisoned by the cold dismissal in those same eyes mere hours ago.

Fuck this mated bullshit.

Who wants a man that changes so much over a little bit of pheromones?

I limp onward, each step a battle against pain and exhaustion. Shadows dance at the edge of my vision, taking the shape of prowling wolves. Every so often I jerk around, convinced something's following me.

But there's nothing there.

Even distant howls have gone silent.

"If you ever feel lost or scared, just listen. The forest will guide you home."

rings hollow now. The person I thought was my future has

beneath my foot, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet night. It's only then

That's not good.

There's a predator somewhere.

as I strain my ears for any sign of pursuit. Nothing but the

despite

my chest that has nothing to do with physical exertion.

the same as

stronger than you know. Don't ever let anyone make you feel less than you

strength. Now, they're a knife. One of those serrated ones with the weird little hooks at the end. When

faced with his true mate. How easily I was discarded, all our shared

of undergrowth. Thorns slice over my skin, but I barely feel the

trees overhead. No creepy shadows. Just silver-blue moonlight resting against impossibly lush grass, unmarred by

It's unnaturally perfect here.

No matter how many years I've lived with this pack, the

stood beside Rafe, watching in awe as he

that howl holds no

Just bitterness and pain.

rub my hands over my arms, a futile attempt to generate warmth. My teeth chatter as I stumble forward, eyes

here before? The grass, untouched by fallen leaves, gleams

I've explored so much of it with Rafe. But

daylight. The sun would guide me, even with my poor sense of direction. I could find

A twig snaps.

unnatural silence presses in, suffocating. No insects chirp. No night birds call. Even the wind seems

in the

eyes straining against the darkness. Another

And then—

Oh. God.

from the treeline. No, not just

Rafe's powerful build. This creature dwarfs them both. It could swallow Rafe's

the very essence of shadow clings to its pelt. But there—a faint blue glow

hard I'm sure the beast can

isn't possible. Wolves don't get this big.

my head. Maybe I'm lying unconscious in the forest,

step forward.

Not a dream, then.

screams at me to flee. But my legs won't move. I'm rooted to the spot,

God, its eyes. They burn with an intelligence far beyond any animal I've ever encountered. Even the shifters in their wolf forms don't have eyes like this. They're like storm

Ancient. Knowing. Powerful.

Should have done my best to be quiet, even if it took me a year to get home. At least I'd get home, and not get

on Blue Mountain Pack's land," I tell the wolf with bravado that doesn't actually exist in my

trembling and I'm pretty sure it can smell my exhaustion and pain. There's no way I'm going to scare off a wolf by myself. I

Alpha's fearsome reputation does

each step deliberate and unhurried. Moonlight catches its fur, but I swear it just sucks it right in, creating darkness around

trying to stay strong despite the waver in

are terrifying creatures. Try standing up to one in the wild; knowing the power in their bodies, it's

around here. They

maintain distance, but my ankle gives way beneath me. My

my feet, hands scrabbling against the earth. But before I can right myself, the wolf

It lays down.

forward, head tilted in what

of interest rather than aggression. Yet

I whisper, as if raising the volume of my words

twitch at the sound of my voice. Its eyes, luminous in the darkness, remain fixed on me

into the wild with just a bra and underwear is a sadistic

because it lets out a soft chuff. It

don't suppose you have a blanket hidden in that fur

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