Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 115

Chapter 114: Grace: Everything. Is. Fine.

Nothing there. Just the empty dirt clearing and—

"Sadie! Sadie, get back here!"

A golden retriever bounds into view, racing toward the distant RV where someone stands in the doorway, waving.

I exhale a laugh that sounds more like a gasp. See? Dog. Just a dog. Totally normal. Totally fine.

Paranoia’s getting to me. This skin-crawling feeling makes everything seem like some monumental problem instead of just some random neighbor’s dog coming around to sniff the new arrival.

Caine watches me carefully but doesn’t comment. After a long moment, he says, "I need to make a supply run, but it’s at least a fifteen minute drive to town. I’ll be gone about an hour."

"You’re leaving?" My voice pitches higher than I intended.

"There’s no indication we were followed." His tone is calm and measured as he explains, "We need water and fuel. I won’t be long."

I nod, though anxiety crawls up my spine like tiny spiders. He’s right. We need supplies. Who knows how long we’ll be here. Lyre doesn’t sound like she’s coming back tonight. She said they were stopped at a motel because the others were tired.

They were driving all night, so it’s no surprise.

Caine gathers his keys and moves to the door. His hand pauses over the handle as he turns back to me, his gray eyes intense. "Lock this behind me."

"I will."

He steps outside, and I follow him outside, watching as he motions toward the underside of the RV. Fenris appears, manifesting out of thin air, smaller than he usually is. Much like when I thought he was a black dog instead of himself, with only the faintest hint of ethereal glow deep in his fur.

He starts padding toward me, but Caine growls, and he jerks to the side and slithers under the RV, panting in the shade of its cover.

"He’ll stay here."

he have to stay

"Yes."

peer at me, and I swear they

"Can’t he come inside...?"

"No."

climbs into the truck, starting the engine. The

toward the

sharp. But it’s a moment

a scowl sour enough to curdle milk. The toddler, sensing the tension, hesitates too, reaching for Jer’s hand once she sees Fenris

all the world like... a

repeat, my

steps, shooting me a dark look. Guilt

thigh, and slithers back under the

problem?" Jer

softer now, "but we need to stay inside. At least until he

doorway, his steady presence an immediate balm. "Jer, knock it off.

boy’s shoulders sag slightly, but he

of our clearing. Something’s wrong. Caine’s hesitating, and I can see his profile, rigid and alert. I hurry over, jogging the entire way. Fenris trots behind me, clearly

is it?" I

gaze fixed on the distant RVs, particularly the one with

says, his voice low and

jogging back. Up the steps and into the camper, the lock clicks with finality behind me. Poor Fenris remains

to the window, he’s already

forcing brightness

faces stare back at me. No

help you set up," Ron offers,

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