Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Lyre: Do You Sense It?

LYRE

The moment we hit the Fiddleback subdivision, the arcana changes. It’s darker, but strangely clean despite the undercurrent of blood magic seeping the land.

I notice the house before Jack-Eye points it out, because it glows like a beacon of bright arcana.

"That’s where they had us stay," he says, as expected.

On the outside, it looks no different from the others. I’m sure the wolves wouldn’t be able to sense how unique this particular domicile is. Perhaps even Fiddleback didn’t know.

The moment we enter, the smell hits. It’s not a physical scent—nothing the wolves would notice. But it’s like a lingering odor clinging to the threads of arcana, mixed with sweat, wolf musk, and the unmistakable residue of werewolf sex.

One scent stands out with embarrassing clarity.

I glance at Aaron from the corner of my eye. "You worked hard."

The flush crawls up his neck like wildfire, starting below his collar and racing across his cheeks. He scratches at his head, fingers tangling in his red hair.

"I was—" he starts.

I wave a dismissive hand, already uninterested in his explanation before it begins. Something else has caught my attention.

"Owen," I say, cutting Aaron off mid-stammer. "Do you sense it?"

The angel-descendant’s silver eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he gives a single, grim nod. "Yes."

"Sense what?" Aaron looks between us as the blush slowly recedes. "What are you talking about?"

Owen just smacks him on the shoulder and moves deeper into the house, methodically checking rooms.

rolls his shoulder with a scowl. "What the

stairs, not bothering to

sure he’s trying to think up a way to explain

"Getting close to potential informants

my interest. This isn’t new information about the

"Mmm."

brings me closer to the source of that strange energy signature. It’s

house is empty of personal effects, outside of what the wolves brought with

of

clears his throat awkwardly. "There was

at him, genuinely surprised by the comment. "Why would there

mixing with what might be disappointment.

too troublesome and gives him too much hope, so I don’t. We can always settle it later, if it comes down to it. But not in the middle of

Priorities matter.

the physical as

murmur. "But why didn’t he sense it before? Another in

into the room, his silver eyes tight and

lips twist down.

without focusing on anything physical. I recognize

does that—inserts himself into my space like he belongs there. But I don’t

times," Owen says calmly, though his words are rougher than normal. Betrayal does that, though. His fists are tight, his back too straight, as he continues, "They were never here

way, or how many people have touched it. And as a denizen of

Unlikely, though. Especially in this

tickling my ear. as he gets even closer. "What’s new

him with a frown. For some reason, his scent is getting

I tell him

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