Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 10: Grace: Great Escape

The beam of my flashlight flickers, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor. My heart skips a beat. Not now. Please, not now. I tap the plastic casing, and the light steadies.

Thank God.

A gust of wind whips through the trees, sending a shiver down my spine. The temperature's dropping fast. I fumble with my backpack, fishing out the extra sweater I'd snagged from the omega lodge. It smells of mothballs and desperation, but it's warm. I pull it over my head, grateful for the added layer.

My stomach rumbles painfully with hunger. I've sipped at water and snacked on jerky through the day, but my supplies are finite. I can't eat them too quickly.

I tear off a small piece of jerky with my teeth, chewing slowly. Like it's gum.

One foot in front of the other. That's all I can focus on now. My legs ache, muscles screaming for rest. My blisters tore open miles ago. But I can't stop. Not yet. I need to reach humans.

The river's behind me, its rushing waters a distant memory. I pray it's enough to throw them off my scent. Not forever—I'm not stupid enough to hope for that. I just need time.

Margo's probably realized I'm gone by now. The thought sends a fresh wave of panic through me. Will they come looking? Part of me hopes they will. That someone, anyone, cares enough to wonder where I've gone.

But that's the old Grace talking. The one who still believed she belonged. I know better now.

"Let them forget about me," I mutter, though the words are bitter on my tongue. "It's what they've always wanted, anyway."

Okay, yeah. I'm feeling a little sorry for myself, but it isn't all hopeless.

The irony isn't lost on me. A week ago, the idea of being forgotten would have shattered me. Now? It might be my only chance at freedom.

me further from the home I've had for years. It would be a lie to say I

me. My tiny flashlight barely penetrates the gloom. Shadows dance at the edge

spot gingerly. It stings, a sharp reminder of how ill-equipped I am for this journey. What was I thinking? I'm no survivalist. Just a

would have slacked off a lot less in training. Though, no one ever expected

sprawling. The flashlight flies from my hand,

no, no," I whisper, scrambling on hands and knees. My fingers brush against the cold plastic, and I shake it frantically. The light flickers back

wolves, I can't

I need this light.

clatters to my left and

around, searching for movement in

Nothing.

force myself to exhale slowly, willing my racing heart to calm. But the seed of doubt has been planted, and it

walking again, my pace

rustle in the underbrush to my right. I whip my head around, the beam of light dancing wildly across the forest

the prickling sensation at

one's following you.

it only twists the knife of

sound carrying clearly through the still night air. I jump, a small yelp escaping my lips before I can stop it. The noise seems to echo, bouncing off the trees and coming back

Pathetic.

teeth, anger flaring hot in my chest. "Get it together," I mutter to myself. "You're not some helpless damsel. You

in my tracks, ears straining to pinpoint the direction. It came from

it can't be. They're not looking