Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 42: Grace: Lyre’s Strange Behavior

When Lyre slides into the chair across from me, I lose track of the strange cat. It disappears as if it was never there at all.

"White?" Lyre asks between bites, completely unconcerned as I tell her about a bizarre cat only I can see.

"Yeah."

"Don’t worry, it’s harmless."

Andrew’s out there now; I watch through the window as he sniffs the air, turning to shrug his shoulders at me through the glass. He must not smell anything.

Having a stalker is annoying, but hey, if he wants to brave the strange and mysterious for me, I’m not going to complain. If I have to suffer through his constant unwanted presence, I may as well get something out of it.

I nibble at a French fry, enjoying its salty potato goodness as I watch her eat. "What do you mean by ’harmless’?"

Lyre shrugs, her slitted eyes narrowing slightly as she takes another monstrous bite of her burger. Ketchup dots the corner of her mouth. "Exactly what the word means."

She’s already halfway through her meal, and she’s only been sitting here for a minute. My stomach growls in response, my appetite suddenly returning now that Lyre’s here.

The burger’s greasy and generic, but for some reason its flavor rivals the food the pack offers. Freedom is the best seasoning.

"Our plans are going to be messed up, though," she muses between chews, staring out the window. Andrew paces a few more times, nostrils flaring, before he heads back to the entrance, presumably to come back here.

"What do you mean?" Mustard gloops out the side of my burger, and I wipe at it with a napkin. It isn’t that I dislike mustard, but too much of it is just... well, too much.

"It means what I said." Her tone borders on patronizing, as if I’m asking a stupid question.

I blink, waiting for elaboration that doesn’t come.

"Well, that’s why it’s always best to expect the unexpected." Lyre’s voice comes out languid, lazy almost. She stretches in her chair, leaning back as she finishes the last quarter of her food. "We won’t go far tonight. I’d rather have a comfortable place to stay."

complain? Lyre’s a free spirit, willingly bringing

At least on my end. Lyre seems perfectly content to exist in her

mine. While I continue to eat, she plucks fries from the container between us, scrolling through her phone with greasy

the screen as she huffs. "Damn it. If I’d known we were going to

sorry." Apologizing is second nature, a reflexive response. Somehow, I feel responsible

head snaps up. "Why are

French fry dangles in midair as I blink at her. "I don’t know.

head and clicks her tongue. "Stop apologizing when

cheeks burn; it isn’t like I’d ever considered myself strong, but being looked down on is never a

last, as if the weight of the entire world rests squarely on her shoulders. She shakes her head

say automatically, used

have to be strong. Just

eye twitches. "You want me to lift

finger at me. "Don’t think I don’t know you’re doing this on purpose. Be strong of mind, Grace. Don’t lower your

now belong on some sort of

groans and tosses her phone onto the table with a clatter. She scratches at her head with both hands, completely mussing her rainbow-colored hair until

she says, sounding

up, glowering at me with her unsettling slitted eyes. "If you appear weak, then those

hands. "Did you major in saying things without any

grimaces. "Just hurry

scowl etched into his face. "There’s nothing

I take another bite of my burger, chewing slowly as I study the strange woman across from me. Her hair looks like a rainbow exploded on her head, especially now that she’s messed it up, and looks

I ask,

to me. "Yes. There’s a little place about twenty minutes from here. Nothing fancy, but it should

Andrew observes, straightening in his chair. "Is

We ignore him.