Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 180: Grace: Fan Club

Awkward silence reigns in the car, and there’s no way I’m breaking it. Andrew’s tension is palpable even from here, but you know what? He deserves to feel anxious and off-kilter after having the audacity to question my relationship with Caine.

He’s a Rafe loyalist. He’s the second to last person on this planet I want poking his nose into my affairs.

Well—third. Ellie exists, after all.

I pull out my phone, needing something to focus on besides my irritation. My thumb hovers over my messages app.

No new texts from Lyre.

I type out a quick message asking if she’s okay and to text back when she can.

The message changes to "Delivered", but even five minutes later it still doesn’t show "Read."

My skin crawls as I consider the strange sounds in the background. No matter how I try to convince myself I might be mistaken, they sounded distinctly... violent-against-people-y.

But Owen’s there. I’m sure he’s helping keep her in check.

Maybe.

Then again, I’m not really sure anyone can keep Lyre in check outside of Divinity Connect.

Speaking of which...

My gaze shifts to the notification I’ve been avoiding. The one about "Lyrielle’s Fan Club" on Divinity Connect.

Taking a deep breath, I tap on the app icon. The interface looks a little different today, but still says (Limited). But now there’s a new chat thread at the top of my inbox, saying "Lyrielle’s Fan Club" in bold letters.

My thumb hovers over it. Curiosity wins out, and I tap.

A notification immediately appears.

[Grace Harper has accepted the invitation to join Lyrielle’s Fan Club.]

before

the fuck sent out an invitation? This

Maybe it was you in an alternate

Stop fucking with me. You know that shit

the

the hell kind of usernames are

you piece of shit? We said no

[MADNESS: Wasn’t me~]

should stop living up

should take the stick out

[TIME: How uncouth.]

I’ll show you

know what the

messages, my unease growing with every exchange. These people definitely know each other, and I have

why isn’t she talking? Hello?

they know? No; they

[TIME: Are you drunk?]

[MADNESS: Yup~]

@Lyrielle was it

against the home button, exiting the

this, and who the

makes me think of Lyre. And it would make sense, because who the hell else do I know associated with this app? Except the

notification. Despite my better

little anchor. Do you miss me? I

crawls. He reeks of

and frantically type out a text

added me to a chat called "Lyrielle’s Fan Club" on Divinity Connect. There are users called Wrath, Time, and Madness in there. Is Lyrielle you? Also, Chaos sent me a message and he sounds

receipt, but it doesn’t happen. I’m not panicking, not exactly—this doesn’t feel like the bone-deep dread from before the last storm. This is just regular (I think) human anxiety about being contacted by strangers with weird names on a magical social

Totally normal reaction.

pong ball. "This time, it isn’t me." Isn’t what him? The storm? The invitation? But he used

So, the storm. Right?