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. "Does

it? After everything I’ve been through with wolves, should I fear other supernatural beings just

pack—the constant

doesn’t matter. As long as you’re

a touch too sharp. "I have no

makes a strangled noise. "You can’t

back, Andrew. Before they notice you’re

not leaving you

"Because this is my

at me, frustration evident in every line of his body. His jaw works as if chewing on words he wants to

as she stands. "So when do you want to

bidding, and I press my lips together, embarrassed. "I mean, if that

her lips as she nods.

of someone who knows exactly where every inch of their body is. Her hands reach up

into what looks like a modified kitchen cupboard. "Otherwise it

his fingers digging into the same spot

around, just continues methodically

His breath comes faster beside me, and I can feel his indecision. It isn’t fear, but he seems worried. Probably thinks if he pisses me off, Rafe’s going to yell at him—but also if he lets

"The decision’s been made. Either

sound I’ve heard countless times in six years. My heart thunders in my chest, but I refuse to cower. I’ve had enough

dinette, I shake my arm violently until

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

low and rough. "Hopefully you’ll be

up.

"You have no idea

fighting off an army to keep me safe, yet even Alpha and Beta fell under the might of the Lycans. It didn’t take very long,

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

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