Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 203: Grace: He Might Be Dead

The camper lurches violently, and I grab the back of the bench to keep from falling. My stomach drops like I’m on some demented carnival ride—one where the operator’s trying to kill you and your frying pan is your only defense.

So basically, a ride that doesn’t (and shouldn’t) exist.

But we’re on it anyway.

Sadie’s barking shifts from alert to something more feral. The white cat materializes out of fucking nowhere, back arched impossibly high, fur standing on end like it’s been electrified, entering the fray with yowling growl-adjacent noise haunted houses might use to terrify children.

The combined noise level reaches fuck this shit awful quick, but we’re all too busy bracing for the second impact to tell them to shut their fucking muzzles.

But time keeps marching, and nothing happens.

Just a whole lot of squalling from the animals.

"What’s going on?" Sara asks, her voice shaking.

I risk a glance back. Ron’s got one arm around Sara, who’s clinging to Jer, who looks like he’s trying desperately not to look terrified. Their eyes are wide, faces pale—well, not Ron’s, but the other two.

It would be heartbreaking if I had the time or luxury for my heart to break.

Meanwhile, Bun squirms in Ron’s other arm, completely oblivious to our imminent doom, chanting, "Kitty! Kitty!" with all the excitement of a toddler who hasn’t realized we’re all about to enter the wolfpocalypse, armed only with a frying pan and two really loud pets.

I press my lips together and swallow hard against the fear clogging my throat and take the pan with me as I edge toward the window again.

The blinds stick as I try to push them up. My hand shakes, and I mutter, "Please don’t jump up and scare me," because my nerves can’t handle a horror-movie face suddenly appearing at the glass, and I’m pretty sure that’s what’s about to happen.

snarling Lycan. No face pressed against the window. In fact,

blink, confused, and scan the area.

sprawled on the ground yards from the camper. It

hissing escalating to a

our would-be attacker. The white cat gives us all a look of supreme disgust before stalking down

to the window, squinting

moving.

Oh shit.

actually

Lyre’s protections

doubted her, considering she’s like, the most badass person I’ve ever met—but it isn’t like we’ve ever

keep staring at the motionless Lycan through

glass, his breath fogging

zoned out. Staring at the man who won’t move and prove

him with her bark?" he asks, his voice filled with awe. Like he’s just witnessed a superhero origin story. Sadie,

a snort and a scoff.

eyes off the prone body in the street. "Maybe

intervene, should tell them to stop arguing, but my brain feels disconnected from my body. I’m still clutching the

reaches for the pan with calm, decisive movements, prying it from

his voice low, so the younger kids can’t

heart’s still pounding

the sink, where it