Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 155

Chapter 154: Grace: Arcana (I)

Lyre waits until I’m calm again, her chin still resting in her palm as she watches me.

"I don’t get it," I finally admit, scrubbing my hands over my face again. It’s not that I’m trying to hide, but just... the pressure and darkness helps me feel a little better. A little less dizzy and lost with the information thrown at me.

Anchors. Divinity. Gods. Fate...

"What don’t you get?"

"Everything. I understand what you’re saying, it just... doesn’t feel real." Like Lyre’s making up a story.

"Hmm." Her fingers tap against the table again. "Well, it’s understandable. You’ll come to know more with time, but it’s against us at the moment. More importantly, Grace, there are things you need to do, now that Chaos has opened your door."

Somehow, I know I’m not going to like whatever she has to say.

"What things?"

"Well." Cool fingers touch the back of my hands, and I pull them away from my face to blink at the rainbow-haired woman in front of me. Lyre smiles faintly. "First, you need to learn to harness your power. I hear you can see arcana now?"

I nod.

"It’s a bit fast, but I suppose I should thank Chaos for this gift, at least. Can you see it at will? Or only when you’re in the middle of your..." Her index finger swirls in the air. "...shenanigans?"

I blush.

"Only when I touch Caine. They look like golden threads."

the tapping as she frowns. "Can you touch it? Manipulate it? Stop

I can’t really... stop it. I tried to squeeze it, and it worked a little." We just won’t tell her about

needs to

feel when you

like a wiggling rope and water at the same time, but sometimes I can’t feel

"It sounds like your perception and expression

stare at

blood running through your body. It’s in every inch of your skin. Everything in this world is made of arcana. If you want to control it,

I nod. "So

will follow your will.

like taking a sledgehammer to a popsicle

my order. I absorb it, and therefore it’s mine." Slowly, a faint, fuzzy ball of golden light appears in her hand. "Try to call it

out my hands, palms facing upward, the awkwardness making my fingers tremble slightly. The ball of golden light hovers between Lyre’s hands, pulsing gently like a miniature sun. I squint at it, trying to see

Nothing.

would—a weird glowing orb that shouldn’t exist but somehow does. My jaw tightens with frustration. Last night with Caine, I’d seen those golden threads so clearly. I’d touched them, manipulated them. I’d felt the power surging

feel it?" Lyre asks, her cat-like eyes

than I probably should. I’m a beginner. This is all new to

powerful people, relying on them to keep me safe. I want power, too. At least enough to defend

thought... after last night with Caine,

luck—I finally discover I’m some mythical being called an Anchor, capable of influencing

about right for the kind of life I’ve led so far, but then I feel a little guilty for having

hands forward until

press against the underside of mine, and the warm orb of light transfers between us. As she slowly pulls her hands away, the golden ball

"Oh!"

emits is something beyond a surface-level temperature. It tingles, starting at

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