Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 45: Grace: Knock, Knock

The question catches me off guard, a sharp left turn from my panic about being hunted.

"Fate?" I hesitate, my fingers digging into the soft pillow. "What do you mean by fate?"

"Fate." She rolls the word around like she’s tasting it. "When you’re destined for something. No matter what you do, you can’t escape it. Your path is already written."

My throat tightens. Once, I thought Rafe was my soul mate. I thought our lives would intertwine forever, that nothing could separate us. Then fate arrived wearing Ellie’s face, and everything changed. The memory of his cold eyes as he chose her still burns in my chest.

"Fate took Rafe from me," I whisper, more to myself than to Lyre. "His fated mate appeared, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Not our years together, not our plans. All my happiness was taken away, and all I was left with was pain." The bitterness in my voice surprises even me.

My newly blonde hair falls over the pillow like a golden waterfall, and I grab a few strands between my fingers. "Fate makes me sound helpless. Like I’m just going wherever I’m pushed." My jaw sets with determination. "I’d rather fight to be happy than sit around accepting whatever I’ve been given. That’s why I’m here."

Lyre’s lips curl into a knowing smile. The expression transforms her face, softening her sharp features. "Fate would never destine you for unhappiness, Grace."

A bitter laugh escapes me, surprising in its harshness. Orphaned, abandoned, rejected... It doesn’t seem like fate has anything good in store for me. "I’m not so sure about that."

"I know," Lyre says simply, before settling back on the couch and closing her eyes again. "Don’t worry, Grace. What will be, will be. And what you don’t want will never be."

I study Lyre, resting so calmly despite the bombs she’s thrown into a simple conversation. Even the moment I met her, I thought she was strange; but this goes beyond what I ever imagined.

I want to ask what she is, and what powers she holds. She’s clearly not human, and knows more than she lets on. But remembering how happy she was when I said it didn’t matter makes it really hard to ask again.

an odd coolness, like menthol spread across my skin. I bite my lip. "You still

me around? Is she willing

her; maybe appealing to her, showing her how awful my life was there, would have been a better decision. Maybe she

never said they were here for me. Maybe she’s running, too; who knows what danger we’re

couch, stretching her legs out in a languid movement. "It’s pointless to run anymore," she says through her stretch, voice unconcerned. "May as well be

danger?" This is the most important

"No. You’re

notice how she says I’m not, but she

looking for you or

can run if you

but neither of us break our

"It might take longer, but they will. And you’ll be

"So what’s your solution? Just

waves a hand, encompassing the room in a single gesture. "My solution is to be comfortable. There’s no danger, so why run? Better to deal with

who’s coming?" I lean forward, trying not to let my voice rise too much. She’s my benefactor, and I

But I’m pushing anyway.

her cheek, squinting at the ceiling. "I know what is coming, Grace,

"Can you just give