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]

seems to

HARPER: Is Lyrielle’s

dots appear, bounce, then disappear. Then reappear. Wrath seems to

Finally:

Who wants

Oh, for—

know someone named Lyre and I’m trying

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

walkie talkie crackles, and Caine says,

the one to grab the

of lightning in the

My phone vibrates.

you with

[GRACE HARPER: No.]

would

Has she mentioned any of

No. Look, I just want to know if Lyre is Lyrielle. Yes

the

back out of

[MADNESS: Hello darling~]

Welcome to

pictures,

[MADNESS: <(’o’)>]

fuck is the

I go to exit the app, only to see another flood of

[WRATH: Come back.]

I’m sorry, I’ll be

[WRATH: We’re just curious.]

Harper. We don’t

about Lyrielle and she never talks to

realize who you were. We don’t pay attention

Wrath kind

sense getting involved with him will only be to my disadvantage, so I click out. No more messaging people on this bizarre app. They’re

being divinities does

that’s the case, Lyre’s shockingly normal. Owen,

"...Grace?"

my head in Andrew’s direction, I ask, "Sorry,

to get the stuff for

realize we’re about to turn off onto the exit for our chosen Walmart stay. "Yes. That would be great, thank you. Litter

It seems to be

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