Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 163: Grace: What Jer Saw

My lungs burn from the effort of dashing to Jer’s scream.

Even then, I trail far behind Lyre and Owen, who have the advantage of supernatural speed.

I hate it.

Hate being human and slow when a child needs me.

These kids are vulnerable, and I’m supposed to be watching over them—what was I thinking, letting him dash off like this?

Easy: Jer was being Jer. Overexcited about the idea of taking a dog with us, even if we don’t need it and she belongs to other people. I didn’t think twice about his exuberance as he bounded off to "ask for permission". I should have.

By the time I reach the Archie and Doris’s camper site, everything’s already in motion. Broad-shouldered Owen pushes his way into the trailer first, disappearing into the doorway. Lyre, on the other hand, reaches inside and drags Jer backward, away from whatever he’s seen.

As soon as he spots me, the boy bolts from Lyre’s grip. He slams into me, arms wrapping around my waist so tight I almost stagger back. His entire body trembles against mine, his face buried in my chest. I curl my hands around his shoulders instinctively, one palm moving to cradle the back of his head.

Whatever he saw is bad. Bad enough to shake a rambunctious seven- or eight-year-old boy.

Lyre stands behind Owen in the RV doorway, peering around his bulk. She lets out a long sigh. "I knew it."

"I should have noticed," he agrees, his voice tight with frustration.

"They hid it well enough." Her tone is flat; whatever horror is inside, it hasn’t affected her. "They knew what they were doing."

My stomach knots into multiple tiny pretzels. "What’s wrong?"

voice comes out muffled

my feet. Archie and Doris—the sweet elderly couple who’d welcomed us with barbecue and laughter—dead? We’d just

take care of the kid," Lyre says without looking back, stepping deeper

and kneels beside us. I loosen my grip on Jer just enough for Owen to reach out, patting his head with surprising gentleness

not dead, Jer," Owen says, his voice calm and measured. For once, he doesn’t

his words don’t make

blink, utterly

at me. "Vessels. Nothing to fear. Those

I

much to share. Finally, he says, "It’s more common than you’d think. Their

body, take a stroll, and pop back in. That’s not how

the case? Of course Owen’s

damn Plausibility is seriously getting

or who created the App, but I have a feeling the information’s on a need-to-know

my chest. "No. They’re dead. I saw them." His shoulders

I glance over my shoulder to see Caine striding toward us, his posture tense

him, Sadie sits in the field like she hasn’t noticed the chaos at all. Her golden fur stirs in the breeze, tail sweeping calmly across the grass. She doesn’t seem tense or stressed—just

what’s happening inside the camper. Or maybe she does. Maybe it’s why she

scan the area before landing on

gentle despite the tight look

and dry for how much he’s trembling. "The old people. They’re dead now." Despite his quivering

between his body language and his tone makes my chest ache. He’s trying to be brave in front of the Lycan King. He’s a