Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 153

Chapter 152: Lyre: Anchors and Divinities

LYRE

Grace looks like a spooked deer, and I reign in my arcana hard. The poor thing’s a mess. Thankfully, she slept through my little spat with her royal leech last night.

I sigh.

"The storm’s one of his signatures. He likes a dramatic entrance, but it’s not all his fault. Chaos can’t really exist without..." My hands flutter in the air. "Chaos."

"Uh-huh." Grace just looks more confused than ever as she finishes making her cup of coffee. She slides into the bench opposite with me and takes a slow sip, her eyes finally meeting mine without sliding all over the place.

Guess it’s finally time to turn the poor girl’s world upside down.

She sucks in a deep breath. "So, did I sign my own death warrant by meeting him?"

"No, no. Nothing like that."

I tap my finger against the table, watching the girl across from me. Grace is trying so hard to appear casual, but her entire body’s strung tight and her leg keeps jiggling under the table.

"Have you seen any strange apps on your phone recently?" I ask, keeping my voice deliberately light.

Her eyes widen immediately. "Yes! I got this weird notification from Chaos through it. I can’t open it whenever I want, though."

Well, shit.

The confirmation wasn’t really necessary, but it still sucks to hear it.

I sigh deeply, the sound dragging out of me like it weighs a thousand pounds. "Yeah. It’s probably because Chaos pushed up the timeline of your fate."

"What does that mean?" Grace leans forward, her coffee forgotten. She’s a bloodhound of a human now, latching onto the possibility of answers in her strange new life.

I shake my head. Some truths aren’t mine to deliver, and frankly, I’m not in the mood to be smote before lunch. "That’s not something I’m free to share."

Her face falls.

you understand

fiddling with her cup, spinning it between her palms. "If angels exist, then my assumption

Good

but also, you’re very

Her brow furrows adorably.

closer to the type

fifty burning questions judging by the

a way you might understand—exist and rule this world and others. Order, Chaos, and Balance." I count them off on my fingers, trying to simplify concepts that predate language itself. "All other gods fall under their purview. The Goddess most wolves pray to would be considered a minor divinity, for example. She does

stares at me blankly, looking like she’s trying to

"Are you still following?"

nods slowly. "Kind

a brief visit with Chaos. One of the three ultimate divinities in this world. As you can

she blinks

"Yes. You."

wait for her to process this

I... disrupting

Your existence does. Did Chaos say

of. He

grin. "Yes, he would. That’s because you are

let the silence simmer a little longer. Part of it is for my amusement, of course—watching the confusion

and cannot reveal to this child who’s stepped into the

painful balancing act, but Time has failed us both,

enough to douse the irritation Chaos has roused in me. Daring to touch Grace, to push her

bite. What’s an Anchor,

her blink in surprise. "What

her emotions play across it in high definition. Right now, she’s vacillating between annoyed

Her voice edges into a whine, one hand curling around

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