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."

of order." Again with the tapping as she frowns. "Can

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

just never needs to see the

does it feel

a wiggling rope and water at the same time,

drums at the table again. "It sounds like your perception and expression are on

at

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

some sense. I nod. "So how

it roads and direction, and it will follow your will. If you know where it’s coming from, it’s easy to divert as necessary. What

taking a sledgehammer

on my order. I absorb it, and therefore it’s mine." Slowly, a faint, fuzzy ball

of golden light hovers between Lyre’s hands, pulsing gently like a miniature sun. I squint at it, trying to

Nothing.

than what any normal human would—a weird glowing orb that shouldn’t exist but somehow does. My jaw tightens with frustration. Last night with Caine,

asks, her

probably should. I’m a beginner. This is all new to me. It would make sense

me safe. I want power,

night with Caine, I really thought

humorless laugh escapes me. Just my luck—I finally discover I’m some mythical being called an Anchor, capable of influencing gods, and I can’t even see magic

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

hands forward until they’re beneath mine. "Perhaps you need

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 remains, hovering

"Oh!"

warm and gentle, but the heat it emits is something beyond a surface-level temperature. It tingles, starting at my palms

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