Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 37

Chapter 36: Grace: Eight Hundred Miles

Lyre shifts in her seat, her slitted eyes observing our exchange with quiet interest. She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t try to persuade either of us. Her neutrality is refreshing after years of wolves who thought they knew what was best for me. Though I wonder what she’s thinking about behind her impassive face. We must sound crazy.

Andrew rubs his hand across his face, losing some of his aggressive denial. Instead, he’s pleading. "You have no idea how dangerous this is. You’re human, Grace."

I look to Lyre. "How far is Yellowstone from here?"

"About eight hundred miles," she says calmly, like we’re discussing the weather or something.

Eight hundred miles. Eight hundred miles between me and the Blue Mountain Pack. Between me and Rafe and Ellie. Between me and the murderous Lycan King.

"You can’t outrun them," Andrew insists. "Especially not the Lycan King. If he wants you—"

I roll my eyes. "Andrew, you brought me here under the assumption we could outrun him. Now you’re changing your story because I’m not going to do what you want. You can’t have it both ways."

"But—"

"He doesn’t care about me. Trust me." The memory of Caine’s gray eyes flashes through my mind—the intensity of his gaze as he wrapped the bandage around my wrist. But I push it away.

"You’re wrong. He—" Andrew stops himself, huffing something between a sigh and a groan.

"He...?"

Grimacing, Andrew shakes his head. "It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re making a mistake. This woman—" he gestures at Lyre, "—you don’t know her. You don’t know what she is."

Lyre’s lips quirk at that. "He’s not wrong about that."

I glance between them. Andrew’s obvious mistrust, Lyre’s casual acknowledgment.

"Are you something other than human?" I ask her directly.

head, catlike.

it? After everything I’ve been through with

life at the pack—the constant reminders of my

"It doesn’t matter. As long

sharp. "I have

strangled noise. "You can’t be

should go back, Andrew. Before they notice you’re

leaving

hardens. "Because this is my choice. Not

frustration evident in every line of his body. His jaw works as if chewing on words

out of the dinette, stretching her lithe body as she stands. "So when do you want to

I press my lips together, embarrassed.

smile plays on her lips as she nods. "Now works. Just need to batten down the

where every inch of their body is. Her

like

the same spot he’d grabbed

lose it." Lyre doesn’t even turn around, just continues methodically securing her plants. The calm in her

worried. Probably thinks if he pisses me

unhurried. "The decision’s been made. Either you

times in six years. My heart thunders

the dinette, I shake my arm violently until he finally lets

lunge at me—his body tenses, his face contorting. But the moment passes. He

for you," he says, voice low and rough. "Hopefully you’ll be a little

brows fly up. "Am I

"You have no idea

to keep me safe, yet even Alpha and Beta fell under the might of the Lycans. It didn’t take very long, either. "At least it’s my mistake to

His breathing grows heavier, more labored, like he’s physically restraining himself from shifting. Huffing and snarling under his

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