Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 127: Grace: Waking to Chaos (II)

The now-familiar beeps wake me up again.

My throat is raw and scratchy. My body weighs a thousand pounds, limbs heavy and uncooperative as I try to push myself up, but it’s still better than the dream I just had.

Something’s off. The air is too still, too warm. The fan’s off.

I grope for the light beside the bed, clicking the switch. Nothing. Power’s still out, as expected.

The gentle patter of rain against the metal roof fills the silence—still storming then. But underneath that steady rhythm, there’s something missing. No shuffling of little feet. No whispered conversations between the kids. No soft breathing from Bun beside me.

Bun.

My heart slams against my ribs as I pat the bed around me. Empty. "Bun?" My voice cracks. The darkness offers no answer, just a hollow silence that screams wrong wrong wrong.

Then—faintly—laughter. Children’s voices from outside the camper, muted by distance and rain.

They’re outside? In this strange storm? Alone?

Adrenaline floods my system and I bolt upright, my head spinning from the sudden movement. My legs tangle in the sheets as I scramble toward the bedroom door, toward the sound. One foot catches, and I stumble forward, pitching headfirst into the narrow hallway.

The world tilts as I tumble down the small stairwell, my shoulder slamming into the wall, knee cracking against the floor. Pain bursts white-hot behind my eyes. I land in an ungraceful heap at the bottom, bruised and disoriented.

I push myself up onto my hands, ready to crawl if I have to, when—

"Stay where you are, Jer. Sara, hold onto Bun for me."

Caine’s voice cuts through my panic like a knife—deep, commanding, but oddly gentle. The single anchor in a world gone sideways.

My wild heartbeat stutters, then slows. I freeze, hands pressed against the cool floor, and force myself to breathe. One deep inhale. One shaky exhale. They’re not alone. Caine’s with them. They’re safe. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

I pull myself to my feet, wincing as I brush dirt from my palms and rub at my throbbing knees. My gaze drifts to the wall-mounted solar panel monitor, and I blink, confused by the display. The battery percentage is dancing erratically, flashing impossible numbers—394%... 712%... 1046%—too high to be real.

thinking, I smack the display with my palm. The screen goes black, then flickers back to life with more reasonable numbers. 57%. Not great, but not

long I’ve been

and the blessed hum of the air conditioner follows. I exhale in relief

It doesn’t do anything for the lingering unease clinging

the shifting face, talking about Order and Balance and Chaos like they were people. The sensation of

silent sentinel of electricity use. I follow the sound, eyes scanning the small space until they land on my phone

sound the device has ever

with light. I pick it up, frowning at the unfamiliar

App (Restricted): 2

it’s one of Lyre’s weird apps? That would make sense. It probably synced to my phone

throw a mental apology her

minimalist black background with glowing white text and shimmering silver icons. Three tabs glow at the top: DMs, Urgent Requests, and

Under Warnings, a notification:

WARNING: Intrusion Detected: Mortal Presence

tap the notification, but it only expands

tab, hesitating before I press

to meet you, my sweet little anchor. Tell Lyrielle I miss

air leaves my lungs in a rush, and

met in my dream? And he’s connected

real. It has to be some elaborate prank, or

Breach

notification pops up as I’m still staring

An Anchor-class anomaly has enabled CHAOS-thread intrusion beyond permitted thresholds.

Unauthorized Entity: CHAOS

Event Cascade: ACTIVE

Temporal bleed risk: ELEVATED

Convergence trajectory: UNSTABLE

Current Timeline Viability: 71%

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