Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 172: Grace: Theories

By the time the tow truck comes and goes and I’ve made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all the adults (only to find out Caine likes grape jelly like a psychopath), I’m calm again.

We’re out. It didn’t happen to us. And right now, that’s my focus.

Besides, despite having lucked out onto a wide shoulder like this, I’m still a little worried a car’s going to crash into us. With our current streak of luck, it isn’t a baseless concern.

Andrew dangles a piece of crust in front of Sadie, who’s been sitting in front of him with begging eyes since he first started eating. He seems both nonplussed and enthralled by her.

At first, it was weird. But then I thought about it. Wolves never get to spend time with dogs, so they’ve never had the Sadie experience.

Her tail swishes against the floor as she gingerly snatches it from his fingers, only to then scarf it down like a feral beast.

Then he gets a second bit of crust out, dangling it in front of the dog.

"Don’t feed her that!"

Andrew freezes mid-motion, the crust hovering between his fingers and Sadie’s expectant mouth. "Why not?"

Sadie’s eyes lock with mine. Her tail stops wagging. I’ve destroyed her doggy Christmas.

"Because we don’t know what’s up with her." I take another bite of my sandwich, chewing slowly as I frown at the dog. She’s cute, but knowing there’s something strange about her... it’s hard to see her as just a big, loveable ball of fur.

But so far, aside from her lack of fear, she’s just... a normal dog.

Too normal.

in a stranger’s car? And now she’s going

Andrew shrugs and drops the crust anyway. Sadie’s tail

not just a dog,"

threat, and might actually be

her. So

of it, Lyre gave no explanation about what happened to Archie and Doris—just reiterated Owen’s claim that they’re not dead and leaving

but I’m coming to think of this as the App Phenomenon. Anything under its purview is on a need to know

I still don’t understand why an old couple who like to barbecue have anything to do divinities

of Lyre. I’d thought he’d be pushier, demand answers, but the moment the magic words came out of her mouth,

a threat to Grace or the children, it’s not my concern right now,"

be everyone’s concern when two seemingly normal people turn out to be something strange and dead-but-not-dead. In my world, we call those

up by my elbow. I blink, realizing I’ve been glaring at

my bite. "I’m not mad

staring at her

"More like she’s trying to decide if

suspicious of the dog. I could always fill him in—and would—but dragging him into another room to explain something

For him, anyway.

maybe she is," I

to approach Sadie, running a hand over

doorway. His eyes sweep the interior, cataloging all of us in his quick, assessing way before landing on me. "Everything

Jer pipes up from where he’s sprawled