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."

now. The person I thought was my

the quiet night. It's only then I realize that even

That's not good.

There's a predator somewhere.

for any sign of pursuit. Nothing but the whisper of

close, despite the

ache in my chest that has nothing to do with physical exertion. How late is

tree looks the same as the last, each shadow

You're stronger than you know. Don't ever let

those serrated ones with the weird little hooks at the end. When you pull them out, they

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

blur my vision as I push through a thick patch of undergrowth. Thorns slice over my skin, but I barely

trees overhead. No creepy shadows. Just silver-blue moonlight

It's unnaturally perfect here.

wolf howls. No matter how many years I've lived with this pack,

in awe as he

howl holds

Just bitterness and pain.

teeth chatter as I stumble forward, eyes darting around the eerily perfect clearing. Something about this place

before? The grass, untouched by fallen leaves,

tugs at my lips. This forest is my home—or was. I've explored so much of it with Rafe. But I have no memory of

The sun would guide me, even with my poor sense of

A twig snaps.

presses in, suffocating. No insects chirp.

in

against the darkness. Another

And then—

Oh. God.

the treeline. No, not

creature dwarfs them both. It could swallow Rafe's wolf in a single bite. How could it

absorbs the moonlight, as if the very essence of shadow clings to its pelt. But

hard I'm sure the beast can hear

Wolves don't get

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

takes a step forward.

Not a dream, then.

should run. Every instinct screams at me to flee. But my legs won't

eyes. They burn with an intelligence far beyond any animal I've ever encountered. Even

Ancient. Knowing. Powerful.

directly on me, of course. Probably heard me coming from a mile away. Stupid, stupid Grace. Should have done my best to be quiet,

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

it can smell my exhaustion and pain. There's no way I'm going to scare off a wolf by myself. I can only hope they fear

Alpha's fearsome reputation does

pads closer, each step deliberate and unhurried. Moonlight catches its fur,

to stay strong despite the waver in

up to one in the wild; knowing the

dogs around here. They want

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

scrabbling against

It lays down.

settles onto its belly, mere feet away from me. Its ears prick forward, head tilted in what

interest rather than aggression. Yet my muscles remain coiled tight, ready to bolt at

raising the volume of my words might shatter the

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

trees, and violent shivers rattle my bones. Whoever threw me into the wild with just a bra and underwear is

discomfort, because it lets out a soft chuff. It tilts its head the other

have a blanket hidden in that fur coat

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