Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 64: Grace: My Fault

Lyre keeps pulling out her phone and frowning. At first, I thought it was her way of avoiding more conversation about my parents and my identity.

Turns out I was wrong. Lyre’s shameless enough to refuse to answer questions outright, without excuses. Remembering her past frustration over not being able to give me clear answers, I’m starting to wonder if maybe...

I don’t know. It’s weird.

Maybe she really can’t tell me some things. She’s said as much, so it isn’t too far-fetched of an idea, but it seems like there’s something keeping her from spilling everything she knows.

Lyre’s phone gives another annoying ding. She scoffs, glaring at the screen before shoving it into her pocket with more force than necessary.

"Something wrong?"

She waves a dismissive hand through the air. "Your boyfriend’s headed out to greet the local alpha."

"He’s not my—" The denial sticks in my throat again, because... well. Then my mind catches up with the rest of her sentence. "Wait, what?"

"Your Lycan King has deigned to socialize with the local pack. Progress, I suppose."

My stomach drops. The image of Caine splattered with blood and surrounded by bodies flashes through my mind. "Is he going to kill everyone here too?"

The moment the words leave my mouth, I realize how blunt—and ridiculous—they sound. But Lyre doesn’t seem offended. Instead, her catlike eyes narrow and she tilts her head back, looking at me as if I’m some strange specimen on display at a museum.

"What makes you think he’s going to kill anyone?"

"I mean..." Sure, Caine hasn’t exactly been super murderous around me since then. Especially when things got steamy between us. But the memory of that night is going to be branded in my brain forever. The snarls. The screams. The wet, meaty sounds of violence I tried so hard not to hear.

fated mate for some strange reason, but ultimately, he’s still... who he is. I’m still wrapping my head around the idea a killer

started massacred my pack." Wait. Now it sounds like he killed everyone. "Some

Lyre stretches, yawning widely. Her slightly sharp teeth glint in the light. "Tell me, what kind of person do you

or thought. No consideration, no moment of reflection. It’s

clears her throat. "Okay. And what does that make you? The girl who let

I groan, "Shameless. I’m pretty sure I’m

another." She taps a finger against her lips as she snickers, de-escalating her amusement. "Though I have to wonder—if you believe he’s a

my mouth to respond, then close it. The simple, terrible truth is that

tiny as I admit it. "When he touches me,

for the wolf is rising once

"What do you mean?"

all. And

by feelings of embarrassment. Once I accepted her premise—Caine and I being fated—some of her earlier comments made a lot of sense, too. The ones

in front of my face. Now, I know exactly what she meant when she asked me that question. It’s enough to make a girl feel...

me something, Grace. Why did

"I don’t know."

"Really? Do you really not know? Or are you just

twist in the thin hospital

"I—"

keep rushing forward. Caine’s face. His hand on my neck. The weight of his dominance crushing the room. Fenris, appearing out of nowhere. The way

forcing myself to remember the conversation that preceded the slaughter. The words. The tone. The subtle

must have already known then what I only

"He did it because of me," I whisper, the realization unfurling like a poisonous

"What?"