Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 122: Grace: Monster in Her Skin

The sky goes dark so fast I think I’m imagining it. One second, the kids are shrieking over hide-and-seek. The next—it’s like the sun gets yanked right out of the sky. Clouds roll in thick and gray, swallowing up the blue like it never existed.

Sara’s nose is pressed to the RV window, her breath fogging the glass. "What’s happening?"

She hasn’t moved since the thunder started.

Caine would probably be upset the blinds are open, but Fenris would know if someone’s out there watching us. It should be okay.

Jer bounces between couch cushions. "Maybe aliens. Maybe the apocalypse. Maybe the dinosaurs are reincarnating—"

"Maybe it’s just a storm, Jer," Ron cuts in. He definitely has less patience for the younger boy than he does Sara or Bun, probably because Jer never stops talking.

Every time I touch something, I get shocked. Static electricity is strong in the air, but none of the kids mention it. Maybe it’s just me.

Something about this storm feels... off, though. Wrong. Not like normal rain.

The older girl turns toward me, eyes wide as she asks, "Is it gonna lightning? I want to see lightning."

"Probably." I check the solar display, already worried. With the sun in hiding, it means the panels aren’t getting anything in, right?

The display flickers. Numbers drop. Then they spike. The overhead lights flicker and the air conditioner stops abruptly.

A second later, the lights are back, and so is our air.

"Oh, no. Is our power going to go out?" Jer asks, craning his neck to stare at the light above him like it’s going to give him answers.

"It shouldn’t... We have batteries, too." But everything flicked out for a second when it shouldn’t, which doesn’t really make me confident in my answer. The microwave clock reads 12:00, blinking obnoxiously to let me know it reset.

Rain hits the camper—not in drops, but in sheets, a solid wall of water slamming against the fiberglass encasing the camper.

The entire trailer shudders, before settling into a new rhythm of noise.

Sara squeals with delight, once again glued to the window. "I love rain! I love it so much. I hope it lightnings more!"

"Maybe we shouldn’t stand near the windows during a—" My warning dies as lightning forks across the sky, illuminating Sara’s face.

"Look!" she shrieks, bouncing on her toes on the couch even as her nose stays pressed against the glass. "It was a big one!"

Thunder reverberates, as if to agree.

Within seconds, we’re all crowded around the windows—even Ron, though he pretends it’s just to keep the little ones in check. Jer holds Bun reluctantly, her tiny fists gripping his shirt as she stares wide-eyed at the deluge.

is perfect weather for a movie. I’ve

"Rabbit food," Jer mumbles.

healthy food doesn’t have the same appeal as chips and

run the TV and a movie, with the sun not

come with alarming frequency. Sara flinches at one

"That was a big

Bun cries.

even that loud," the older girl announces, rearranging her face into nonchalance, like she wasn’t

The camper

thunder. Something about this storm feels... personal. Targeted.

in Jer’s arms, her crying

the air hard,

forward just as her

growl she makes isn’t the playful rumble we hear sometimes when she’s being stubborn.

iris remains, and

her, but I’m too

sporting curved, vicious claws. Not the kind you’d see on a housecat. These are built for rending flesh, for hunting.

Shit.

drops Bun as he falls, hand pressed to his bleeding

moves faster than any of

form is massive in the confined space of the camper, hunched and

Bun isn’t Bun

predators shift mid-fight. But this? This is a baby with a monster in

distorted—jaw elongated, teeth bared in a snarl that belongs on a mountain lion. Her body’s half-shifted, enough to leave bloody pawprints on the ground

Bun mid-air as the older girl scrambles out of

stop!" I rush forward, trying to wedge myself between

slices across my palm as Bun’s claws connect. I jerk back, blood

This isn’t Bun. Her eyes are completely wrong—blown black and

swipes a claw across his furry chest. He’s trying to restrain her without hurting her, but she’s like liquid fury, twisting out of

only been seconds and already feels like

spin around, pushing Sara and Jer behind me. "Bedroom, now!

the room with us. There’s something else inside of her, something large and angry, and

Which is crazy.

tanghulu and crushes strawberries all over the floor. The same baby who woke up in the middle of the night to crawl into my lap. The one

"But—" Jer starts.

toward the front of the camper. "Lock the

away as I turn back to the chaos.

wrestling or the wind. It’s hard to tell. The air conditioner dies with a pathetic whine, and

kill Ron. A sweet little toddler is going to