Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 20

Chapter 19: Grace: Aftermath

The rest of the morning passes without incident.

Or food.

My stomach growls. The clock on the wall ticks past noon, and each second is another twist of my belly. It’s been over a day since I’ve eaten, but at least I have free access to water now.

Small mercies.

But I can’t stay in this room forever, can I?

My fingers tap against my lower lip as I stare at the door. It’s a standard wood-grain door, probably hollow, with a simple knob. Nothing extravagant or strange, and yet my heart stutters at the thought of what lies beyond it.

Life isn’t the same anymore. Alpha’s dead, and I’ve lost all protection. What do Lycans do with humans? Alpha never let me see them before, saying it was dangerous. It’s clear that’s one thing he didn’t lie about. Honestly, the fact I’m even alive when so many are dead...

"This is ridiculous." My voice is soft in the silence, but speaking at all seems to build my courage to push off the bed and ignore how my legs shake as I take one step, then another.

The brass doorknob is cool under my palm. I curl my fingers around it, but my grip trembles.

My stomach growls again, loud enough to echo off the walls. The sound startles me out of my frozen state, and I open the door. Just a tiny inch of space, not really enough to peek through.

I press my ear to the gap but hear only silence. No footsteps. No voices. No breathing.

the crack, scanning the hallway beyond. Carpeted

carved from granite. The Lycan’s lip curls, revealing the edge of a fang, and I swear I can hear

the door shut and scurry back to

Dangerous. That was dangerous.

had much doubt over the situation. I may not understand why, but at least

lot sneakier, too. It would be nice if I could just disappear. In fact, if that damn wolf—Fenris—hadn’t come around in the forest, I’d be in the city

Stupid, oversized, disloyal dog.

sharp knocks crack against the door and I jump as the red-haired Lycan walks inside,

bed in a moment so brief, I’m not sure

sounding indifferent to my fate, "You will

No information on where I’m going, or why.

up, making it hard to breathe. After witnessing what happened to my former pack, the last thing I want is to follow

Harper." Steel threads through his tone.

* * *

Everything’s different.

been scrubbed clean, all the decorations gone. Days of preparation have disappeared overnight and no hint of the bloodbath remains. Vaguely, I recall a pile of stuff from my window. It didn’t seem very important

past with downcast eyes, their shoulders slumped. No greetings exchanged, no morning pleasantries—just the soft scuffle of footsteps against

heard stories about the Lycan King, to some extent, but not enough to give me any information. Do packs like

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