Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Grace: Removed

Feeling a little nauseated, I tap at the notification.

[This message thread has been removed for multiple Plausibility violations.]

I blink at my phone. The error message stares back.

"What the hell?" I mutter, tapping the screen again as if that might fix it. It doesn’t. The entire conversation—gone. Like it never existed.

My thumb hovers uncertainly over the back button, my eyes drawn to the new direct messages sent my way, from Wrath and Madness.

Sounds like a fun time. Not.

Wrath’s message draws my attention first, and I open it.

The message thread loads, revealing a string of increasingly agitated texts:

[WRATH: ??????]

[WRATH: Who are you?]

[WRATH: How did you get into our group?]

[WRATH: ANSWER ME.]

[WRATH: I swear if you’re another one of Chaos’s little playthings I will PERSONALLY come find you.]

[WRATH: ??????????]

I stare at the barrage of question marks and threats. Whoever—whatever—Wrath is, they clearly have anger management issues. Their name is appropriate.

Ignoring this would probably be the smart option.

Instead, I find myself typing.

[GRACE HARPER: I didn’t ask to be added to your group. I just got a notification saying I was invited.]

The reply comes instantly, like they were staring at their phone waiting.

[WRATH: WHO INVITED YOU?]

[GRACE HARPER: I don’t know.]

[WRATH: USELESS]

to love caps

Is Lyrielle’s nickname

can overthink it. Three dots appear, bounce, then disappear. Then reappear.

Finally:

Who wants to

Oh, for—

Me. Obviously. I’m asking because I know someone named Lyre and I’m trying to figure out if she’s the

check our surroundings. Andrew’s focused on the road, and dark clouds are rolling in quickly. But it

cue, the walkie talkie crackles, and Caine

the one to grab

of lightning

My phone vibrates.

Are you

[GRACE HARPER: No.]

else why would I

she mentioned

want to know

the fuck

getting nowhere. So I back out of the message and into the

[MADNESS: Hello darling~]

to

pictures, share them with

[MADNESS: <(’o’)>]

is the

exit the app, only to

[WRATH: Come back.]

sorry, I’ll be

[WRATH: We’re just curious.]

Harper. We

back! We’re curious about Lyrielle and

who you were. We don’t pay

twitches. Wrath kind

be to my disadvantage, so I click out. No more messaging people on this bizarre

being divinities does something to

case, Lyre’s shockingly normal.

"...Grace?"

Andrew’s direction,

the stuff for the cat while

out the window, I realize we’re about to turn off onto the exit for our chosen Walmart

a kennel? It seems to

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