Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 62

Chapter 61: Grace: Transference (I)

My body feels like it’s been used as a car crash dummy. Voices filter through the cotton stuffed between my ears, muffled and distant at first, then gradually sharpening into familiar tones. Angry tones.

"Absolutely not. Stay ten feet away at all times." Lyre.

An unmistakably familiar growl. "You aren’t in charge here."

"No, but they are, and you’re sucking her dry every time you make contact. Keep your damn mutt off her, too."

A snarl. Definitely Fenris.

"Stop looking at me like that. You’re a mutt without manners."

Consciousness hovers just out of reach, and honestly, slipping back into oblivion seems like the smart option. Nothing good waits in a room where Lyre and the Lycan King are squaring off. Death wish, party of one.

"Her energy is finally stabilizing, and you two want to go right in and take what she’s gathered—"

"If touching hurts, why are you letting them touch her?"

"They’re not feeding off her like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet."

Oh. This sounds... not great.

A cool touch slides along my inner arm, followed by a sharp sting. Something tugs at my skin, and the sensation drags me closer to full awareness. Not Lyre’s touch—someone else’s. Cold and strange-feeling.

"BP is 90/60. Heart rate stable at 64." An unfamiliar voice, clipped and professional. "Okay, the IV’s in."

"All right. Let’s push some fluids." Another stranger.

Kind of sounds like I’m in a hospital.

"Let’s get ready to move her."

"You’re not taking her," Caine snaps.

Okay, maybe not a hospital. Oh. They probably called an ambulance. Now it makes sense.

"They can if they need to," Lyre argues.

Fenris whines.

My eyes flutter.

"She moved," Caine says immediately, tension vibrating through his voice. "Grace?"

Play dead, I tell myself. Just five more minutes of unconsciousness before facing whatever catastrophe awaits.

eyelids burns red through the thin membrane, and someone’s fumbling with my arm again, and everything feels

with a groan. The ceiling light stabs straight

croak, voice

now. I might not be able to

a very looming

weird after using it

the lights," Lyre offers, sounding further away

and I vaguely sense an inner movement as soon as the contact is made. It’s strange, like... Like someone’s turned on a faucet,

Something beeps. A lot.

her, you

was just trying

need

A growl.

comes true, and unconsciousness takes me away

* * *

back into my head,

into my eyeballs this time. There’s a faint amber glow

for sure, I’m at a

of my neck

cat-slit eyes look exhausted, with dark

sounds like I’ve been gargling gravel. How long was I

sunshine." Lyre’s voice carries its usual musical lilt. "How are

try again, grimacing through the pain. "Like someone ran me through a washing machine and hung

at the corner of Lyre’s mouth. "Well, at least you’re clean, then." She reaches for something out of my sight, then returns with a

push myself up. My arms tremble with the

surprising strength. Her touch is cool against my skin, which feels fever-hot and oversensitive. "Small sips. Your system’s been through

hadn’t realized

but Lyre cuts

be within one hundred feet of the building, so he’s across

I blink.

shrugs. "He

I believe her, but...

is warm, with natural wood accents and what

"Where am I?"

hospital. You’re in the special ward upstairs." Lyre’s lips quirk. "The one for

again. "I’m

"Yeah, but he isn’t."

even from that movement. "What does Caine have

what? I’m going to let him answer

that and walk away. What

too casual. "Let’s just

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