Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 111

Chapter 110: Grace: Being Watched

I pull my phone from my pocket, hands shaking slightly as I find Lyre’s number. It rings once, twice, three times. My heart sinks with each unanswered tone. What if she doesn’t pick up? What if something’s happened to her? What if—

"Grace?" Lyre’s voice fills my ear, sounding slightly breathless. "I was just thinking about you."

Relief floods through me. "Lyre, thank the Goddess. We have a problem."

"When don’t we?" she says, but the sarcasm sounds strained. "What’s happening?"

"We’re at the camper, but the kids can’t get in. There’s some kind of... barrier keeping them out."

"Oh, that." Lyre sounds utterly untroubled. "Access ward. Safety feature. Got tired of jackasses breaking in whenever I park somewhere remote. It’ll disengage once you hitch it to the truck. Don’t worry about it."

"Don’t worry—" I bite back the rest of my sentence, too aware of little ears. "Fine. Thanks."

"You good otherwise?" she asks, suddenly sharper.

I hesitate, not wanting to voice the creeping dread slithering up my spine. "Yeah. We’re fine."

"Hmm." She doesn’t sound convinced. "Call if you need anything else. I mean it."

I hang up and turn to the kids. "Slight change of plans. The door won’t open until we hook the camper to the truck."

"But I need to pee!" Jer wails.

"Go in the trees," Sara says, pointing.

"I’m not peeing in the trees! There could be bears!"

"There are definitely bears," Ron says, deadpan.

Jer’s eyes widen in horror.

"Enough," Caine’s voice cuts through the bickering. The kids fall silent immediately. Even Bun stares at him with her huge, solemn eyes. "Everyone back in the truck. Lock the doors. I’ll help Grace prepare the camper."

you should all stay in the truck," I

"You can’t do

Lyre do it. It’s

help make it

my head. "Ever pack

"No."

be in the way. Stay with the

I exhale shakily, relieved to have space to work

keep them from moving

making sure there are

out a few times, but my shoulders keep prickling, so I forego the extra step. The gray tanks are next. A

go in, and the camper’s ready—on

it goes quicker. Disconnect the water hose and electric. Stow away the gross sewer hoses. Use about half a bottle of sanitizer, even though I used gloves. Pull strange triangular blocks from the wheels, which are supposed to keep them from moving. Once it’s ready, I rap on Caine’s window and have him back

in all, I think it takes about forty-five minutes. I’m sure Jer’s about ready to burst,

in shallow puffs, the feeling of

Nothing moves except leaves stirring

paranoid," I whisper to

button to retract the slides. The mechanical whirr seems obscenely loud in the quietness of the forest. Sweat trickles down my

and I’m about to burst with anxiety. Thankfully, the sheer terror over what ifs somehow meanders down the idea of horrible disasters, and horrible disasters reminds me

would have

Lyre showed me

make get too mad, but other than that little

it all. By

now ready to

don’t linger to savor the feeling. Instead, I sprint back toward the

trees behind me—a flash of shadow, a rustle

whirling around, my heart in my

foliage and the gentle sway of pine

whisper. "Just the

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