Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 8: Grace: Exhausted

As it turns out, there's some sort of massive event happening. The Lycan King is coming.

No one knows why, but there are a lot of whispers. He's been without a new mate for a long time, and has no heir. He's probably on the search for a mate, or so the rumors declare. Then again, the same rumors claim he killed the last one, so I'm not sure how reliable the gossip mill is.

Wolves aren't exactly like humans; their positions aren't handed down solely because of bloodline. A wolf must be an alpha to lead, but not all alpha fathers sire alpha children. Also, females can be an alpha wolf—in theory—but are never accepted as leaders in their own right.

Alphas and Betas, as the leaders of a pack, are always an alpha wolf and beta wolf in designation. There can be many alphas and beta designations within a pack, but only two wolves carry the title.

It's enough to make a human's head spin, but it all makes sense once you're living within a pack, as I am.

With all that said—it is rare to ever produce offspring of higher designation than the parents, though it isn't uncommon for them to be of lower strength. So, two betas can't make an alpha. And two omegas can't make a beta. At least, that's the general rule.

So, in order to have a Lycan Prince—the Lycan King needs an heir.

Though, if one were to ask what happens when a Lycan King dies without one—well, I have no idea. I don't pay much attention to the Lycan court. I'm struggling enough to live in a wolf pack as a human.

"That's enough for today. Clear out!"

The overseeing wolf's bark cuts through the humid evening air. My shoulders sag with relief, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in my bones. I drop the shovel, my blistered hands screaming in protest as I flex my fingers.

blood from the cuts littering my

of the long walk back to the omega lodge makes me want to

tormenters passing by. While there's no one who will protect me at the omega lodge,

myself to move, one agonizing step after another. The pack bustles around me, their excited chatter about the Lycan King's impending visit grating on my nerves. To them, it's a momentous occasion. I'm sure the she-wolves who didn't find their mates during the Mate Hunt are primping and prepping in hopes of becoming a Lycan Queen. None of them seem to care about the widespread rumor that he killed

to me, this chatter is just

single glass of water while doing manual labor. The thirst is almost

to the Lycan King's arrival. Where will I hide? The omega lodge is out of the

dry throat. Life in

here forever. It's impossible. Living here as

me, no comforting

don't keep themselves clean. Wolves are usually pretty finicky about their hygiene, but those at the bottom of

I can

well. Look what the

in the darkness, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "You smell terrible. Are you

back a retort. Arguing will only make things worse. "I just

need scrubbing before the Lycan King arrives. Can't have any human stink offending his royal nose, can

heart sinks. "But I