Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 19
Chapter 18: Grace: Pillow
The next morning dawns with somber silence and a pile of bodies in front of the main lodge.
Alpha’s is on top for everyone to see, but it’s the sheer number that makes me want to vomit every time I look out the window. I was right when I thought the Lycan King was a serial killer. He instigated a riot and caused the death of... how many? Twenty? Thirty?
He’s a madman.
And I still don’t understand why he did it.
Alpha’s dead. So is Beta. I don’t know where Rafe is, but I did see Andrew this morning, limping as he helped gather the bodies.
The door creaks. I whirl around, heart in my throat, expecting the mass murderer in question to be standing there.
A red-haired Lycan stands in the doorway, the same one who smirked at my predicament last night. His posture is formal, almost stiff. "Caine thought these might fit you." He extends a stack of fabric.
I don’t move to take it, watching him with suspicion. Caine must be the Lycan King’s name, but that’s just an assumption. It could be any of them.
After standing there for a solid ten seconds, he sighs and walks inside, not bothering to ask for permission as he brushes by me. He places them on the bed before backing away with measured steps. "There’s a bathroom through that door if you’d like to freshen up."
I already know that. It isn’t my first time in the main lodge’s guest quarters, though I’ve never stayed in them overnight. It’s interesting, though, that he’s so concerned about me. Bringing me clothes, urging me to shower?
He—and his kin—massacred my adoptive pack. The Lycan King himself bound me with rope before dragging me to this place.
It’s strange. So strange.
The door clicks shut behind the red-haired Lycan and I sigh, heading to the bed to inspect what he brought.
Shirts, blouses, jeans, and slacks. I guess so I can pick whatever I’m most comfortable with? There’s a pair of sneakers underneath them all, black with rose gold accents, and they look brand new. No socks, though. Or underwear. And yet there’s a bra, though a quick glance at the tag says it’s a little too big, both in bust and cup.
A soft thump outside the door reminds me I’m trapped in here, with a guard stationed in the hall.
This is insane. People don’t just get kidnapped by wolf shifters anymore. They don’t witness massacres, have their entire city get taken over, or get claimed by the king. This isn’t a movie, or a book. It’s my life.
my future. As a human in a wolf pack, my life is already different from other people—but not
pair of dark jeans from the pile. Simple, comfortable, and not tainted by the events of
between me and whatever guards lurk outside, but it’s
I see the ghost of who I used to be—Alpha’s daughter, Rafe’s girlfriend, part of a pack. Now what am I?
knows. Enlightening me doesn’t
skin, but I keep it quick. No time to contemplate my situation under the spray. My muscles ache
sink. Soap suds swirl down the drain as I scrub them clean, along with my bra. Both items end up
wet hair goes into a messy bun, where it’ll take forever to dry—but at least it won’t soak my shirt. The
clean as soap and scrubbing hard can do, though it feels
his side, on my bed, like he
to his face and
you—why are you—what
?!"
fear in this absurd moment, as I clutch the doorknob and stare into the eyes of
mine as he
fingers flex and curl at my sides. The urge to snatch my pillow from his grasp wars with the instinct to stay perfectly still and keep from antagonizing a killer. And worse than either is the part of me wanting to get
gone as insane as the man in front of me, even as it catalogues every part
me, when my brain can be so obsessed with his beauty while the evidence of his misdeeds
and the silence stretches thin between us. Each inhale of his makes my skin crawl.
person, that’s
gray eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that pins me in place. "I
blink. Once. Twice. My mouth opens, but no
ones." His nose
would I care about
my throat closes up. Because this isn’t just some weird guy with boundary issues. This is the Lycan King. The same one who had
me his slave? That makes sense, I guess. Doesn’t explain why he’s smelling my pillow, but one problem
here, dripping water onto the carpet, staring at him like he’s speaking
his arm draped across his thigh with casual elegance
to tick on as he doesn’t move or
down my neck. The silence stretches until it feels like a physical thing between us, heavy and thick. I wonder if I’m going to die today, and the thought
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