Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Lyre: Power Corrupts

LYRE

Thom’s barely able to walk, stumbling every few steps, even with his hand in mine. His eyes have long ago glazed over.

His arcana’s a bare whisper of existence at this point. When Aaron returns, I’ll have to send the wizard back for real rest. One little ward was all it took to finish wiping him out, of course only an hour after the Beta had left.

Owen’s off scouting ahead, since he still has the ability to defend himself if necessary. Plausibility hasn’t blocked him yet, and he’s essentially our last bastion of defense if anything arcana-capable comes our way.

Our emergency escape, if you will.

The effect of blood magic in this space is overwhelming the further we go, saturating the arcana in its taint. One would think such a level of corruption would be mirrored above ground, the earth incapable of nurturing the grass and trees, but it’s the opposite: blood magic, nauseating or not, is a source of energy.

The earth siphons it greedily, creating a lush land of fortune for those unaware of its price.

But underneath the bloated, oil-feeling arcana threads runs something else. Something cleaner and deliberate, organizing patches of arcana as if fixing small defects.

When Owen returns, his face is grim enough that I don’t need to ask, but I do anyway.

"You, too?"

He nods.

He’s a refreshing partner; no wasted words. Just quiet competence and a remarkable ability to follow my train of thought without me having to spell things out, convenient when we have to curate our words in front of the others.

Bonding him to me would make things easier, but thinking of Aaron’s jealousy makes my head already throb. He was already a mess over a simple arcana infusion with Thom, and—

My brows crowd together as I snap my head in Owen’s direction again, frowning at him without meaning to.

How could I even consider passing up such a capable minion just because of a single possessive wolf?

It’s as if I’ve been infected by their pack mentality. We don’t have this kind of relationship.

Owen must sense the weight of my gaze because he meets my eyes, only to have his widen as he takes a step back. "I didn’t do it."

"What?"

"You look like you’re angry with me over something. I can promise you, I didn’t do anything." He holds one hand up in the air, saying solemnly, "I scouted ahead but ran into no one and touched nothing. No ward was tripped."

I’m unreasonable. Then again, I did turn him into a toad. For someone like Owen, to be overpowered by another, it would have

really thought he was over it by now. We’ve been working together seamlessly for a while, and he stopped flinching every time I looked in his

my fingers against my forehead, I let out a little sigh. "I was just thinking about something.

tense, his expression

don’t turn your subordinates into toads. They start losing rationality over

sudden urge to eat

on the pale wizard swaying by my side. Out of the corner of my eye, I

Pathetic.

again, his knees buckling. I yank him back before he falls face-forward, then guide him to the

down. Rest

slides down, back against the concrete, breathing hard. Sweat drips from his

"Don’t worry about it."

direction would lift his spirits. Now, weighed down by what he’s seen, the amount of information I’ve forced down his throat,

should help. And

might have to

thought before stepping away with Owen, far enough

signs of angelic interference I find," he murmurs. "And the App still hasn’t updated its mission. We’re here to find the agent of

descendants would be bound by Probability and

never heard of

polite way of telling me I’m full of shit, without wanting to go

community of them long ago. Descendants upon descendants." I trace a line in the dusty floor with the toe of my shoe, frowning as the long-forgotten memory returns. "They wanted the blood diluted just enough to create an entire race of angel-descended supernaturals. A great power in their own right, without the

naked suspicion. "I’ve never heard

tend to gloss over the darker sides of their history. It’s

goes silent, then asks reluctantly,

died." I shrug. "Too weak to defend

me, unblinking. "How does that compare to this, then? This

tilt my head. "When did I say

"You just said—"

they were too weak to defend themselves." I hold his gaze

His mouth twists. "Chaos?"

I smile faintly. "Balance. They didn’t

Plausibility or

could act. They were yet to be woven into the fate of the world, but also unprotected by natural laws." She points a finger to the sky with a faint smile. "The great gods above don’t like when uncontrolled power comes into play. Chaos had similar

"Ah... I see."

how much he

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