Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 27: Grace: An Absurd Plan

"—the car would leave tonight, before midnight. Just a few miles east of the river crossing. Forest Springs is Ellie’s father’s territory, so you’d be safe there until—"

My fingers curl into the soft fabric of my recovered pillow, digging in until my knuckles turn white. Forest Springs Pack. The neighboring territory ruled by Ellie’s father.

I keep my face blank while Andrew continues explaining their supposed escape plan, but inside, my stomach twists into knots dense enough to sink through the floor. In the end, Ellie and Rafe want me to go to her father’s pack.

Silly me, to ever think Ellie and I could be on the same page for even a moment.

"Alpha Thornton will personally guarantee your protection," Andrew says, leaning forward with an earnestness that might be convincing if I didn’t know better. "It’s the perfect solution."

The room suddenly feels smaller, the walls closing in as Andrew’s voice drones on about routes and timing and security measures. Each word lands like another shovelful of dirt on my grave.

"—Rafe wanted to come himself, but he’s tied up with the transition meetings. The Lycans are demanding a lot from him as the new Alpha."

Of course they are. Convenient excuse.

I trace a loose thread on my bedsheet, keeping my gaze down so Andrew won’t see what’s in my eyes. This plan isn’t about keeping me safe. It’s about getting rid of me permanently. Ellie’s intent is to make sure I’m forever miserable.

If it was about my safety, they’d send me to Sterling City.

"—and once the Lycans leave, probably in a few weeks, Rafe will send for you and—"

A bitter laugh threatens to burst from my throat, but I swallow it down. The fantasy that Rafe would "send for me" after the Lycans leave might be the most ridiculous part of this whole charade. Ellie would sooner tear out her own heart than allow me back into Rafe’s orbit, even at the edges.

"Grace?" Andrew pauses, finally noticing my silence. "Are you listening?"

"It’s a lot to take in," Andrew says, mistaking my silence for consideration. "But we don’t have much time."

"Ellie’s put together a bag for you—clothes, some toiletries. Basic stuff to get you through the first few days until you’re settled."

Clothes picked by Ellie. I imagine scratchy fabrics, wrong sizes, colors meant to wash me out and make me look sickly. Little cruelties hidden in gestures of false kindness.

I stare at Andrew, something inside me finally snapping. The pretense of polite consideration evaporates, like water beneath the noon sun. "Do you actually believe any of this bullshit you’re spewing?"

My words are a brutal knife slicing through his plans. Andrew blinks, taken aback by my sudden shift from passive listener to open skeptic.

"What? Grace, this isn’t—"

what? A convenient way to get rid of me? To hand me over to people

wouldn’t be part of this if I thought you’d be

"Excuse me?"

you to Forest Springs. To make sure you’re treated well." He leans forward, earnestness radiating from him. "Rafe wants me to make sure you’re okay. He specifically asked me to accompany you. If she wanted to hurt

my head back, staring at the ceiling with a humorless laugh. I lift my injured wrist, the one Caine

Ellie’s the one who

slightly; I can see his expression

the hall and wouldn’t let go. Squeezed until I thought the bones would snap." My voice drops to an icy whisper as I finally meet his gaze. "She did this in front of the Lycan

to maintain eye contact. "So tell me again why someone like Ellie—someone who was willing to

Andrew shifts uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to my

prisoner to the Lycan King, isn’t it? You’ve seen it. He’s crazed for violence. He’ll kill you

It isn’t like I trust him, either. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into a

forward. The shift in his attitude sends a

front of the entire pack. The way Fenris had materialized beside him, as if summoned by

"No. Of course not."

and how he bandaged my

flare slightly. "If there’s something between you and the Lycan King

need more rumors. Everyone’s

presses. "If there’s nothing, why not come with me tonight? Get

Does he really think he’s helping me? And why

quietly. "Why

Ellie knows that, and she wants him focused on the transition, on becoming the Alpha the pack

I finish for

a complication," he corrects. "And with the Lycans breathing down everyone’s necks, complications are

if I refuse to go?" I ask, though I

protect you from whatever happens next. The Lycan King has claimed you as his, but nobody knows why.

you, he’d said, like that was supposed to ease all

fingers trace the edge of the bandage Caine wrapped around my wrist. His touch had been surprisingly gentle for someone so feared, but

here, but I’m not going

You need to take