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.

shoulder with a scowl.

the stairs, not bothering to explain or see

he’s trying to think up

mutters behind me. "Getting close to potential informants is standard

But he overestimates my interest. This isn’t new information about

"Mmm."

brings me closer to the source of that strange energy signature. It’s too orderly, too perfect—like someone

room systematically, but the house is empty of

room reeks of Aaron and a wolf—female, young, fertile. The bed is still

clears his throat awkwardly. "There was nothing

stare at him, genuinely surprised by the comment. "Why

with what might be disappointment. He really thought I cared about

always settle it

Priorities matter.

extending my senses beyond the physical as I inspect the threads

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

head into the room, his silver eyes tight and dark. "They weren’t here

twist down.

anything physical. I recognize the look—he’s

that—inserts himself into my space like he

place many 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

way, or how many people have touched it.

though. Especially in this

are you talking about?" Aaron interrupts, his breath tickling my ear. as he

For some reason, his scent is getting on my nerves, especially mixed as it is with the history of this

shower," I tell

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