Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Grace: Crash and Restart

After checking my phone, where a new mission has not appeared despite Caeriel saying it did, I glance up...

And he’s gone.

What the hell.

My eyebrows twitch with irritation, but mostly I’m just grateful the creepy reaper vanished. One second he’s all looming condescension, the next—poof. Supernatural beings must get off on dramatic exits.

My phone buzzes in my hand, the screen lighting up with a notification. Well, would you look at that. The mission he promised has finally materialized.

But the contents are... strange.

[ASSIGNED MISSION: 20-L.fnd-dgID.0039]

So helpful.

I didn’t think I’d miss Caeriel, but now I do. Maybe he’d explain what the fuck this means. It looks like some sort of error in the code instead of a proper mission.

Staring at it isn’t going to help me decode it any faster, though, so I shove my phone in my pocket, resolving to wait for ten minutes to see if some sort of update gets pushed through the app.

I scan the laundromat absently, going still when I see Sadie once again sniffing in the corner and the cat sleeping on the same washer it was before.

What the hell, what the hell, what the hell. Caeriel said they were gone giving reports, but now they’re back in the exact same positions they were the last time I looked at them?

Creep Meter has maxed, Grace Harper.exe needs to restart, this is getting too fucking weird.

(Fine. It was funnier in my head.)


Neither seems particularly disturbed by the fact Caeriel was just here.

Let’s rip the mask off these fake pets and start over.

I march across the worn linoleum floor toward Sadie, arms crossed over my chest. The golden retriever continues her intense investigation of whatever fascinating smell she’s found.

"I know you can understand me," I announce, keeping my voice flat so it doesn’t betray my annoyance. "What the hell are you?"

The golden retriever’s head whips around at the sound of my voice. She abandons her sniffing expedition immediately, her entire demeanor transforming into quintessential dog joy. Her tail wags so hard her butt swings with it. Big brown eyes lock onto mine with what appears to be pure, innocent adoration.

Convincing as hell, but we all know better now, don’t we?

I narrow my eyes, not buying the act for a second. "I know you aren’t a dog. Spill."

excited puppy routine to eleven. Her entire body wiggles with enthusiastic tail-wagging before launching at

from my cheek. "Gross."

on all fours, looking supremely pleased with herself. Her tail continues its metronome-like sweep. If dogs could smile, she’d be grinning from

holding onto

she doesn’t seem out to hurt

dumb." I wipe my hands on my jeans. "But


head, one ear flopping over in what has

examining the new mission notification, but it’s as

Another five minutes before I’ll try wracking my

Meanwhile...

willing to spill her

on my new prey, I stalk across the laundromat to grab it by its scruff. It’s too heavy to dangle in the air, so I just lift its front half off the washer to ask harshly, "Whatever you are,

showing needle-like white teeth, then blinks big blue eyes at

me, and I can

I already know you disappeared to send in a report. What are you? Who are you

like an animal abuser

my grip, purring as it continues

Hah.

you, if either of you bring trouble


Grace Harper, there you

man’s voice, and Andrew piles into the laundromat behind him, saying, "Grace, it looks like the king sent one of his lackeys

They both block the door rudely, though it isn’t

old man suspiciously; he’s one of the Lycans who came to the camper with Caine, too. He didn’t seem as friendly as Raymond—no. Rodney? Fuck. He’d just

this new guy isn’t nearly as open-minded as Super Nanny, and I stiffen a little as he looks me over, like he’s judging me in his head. Then he barks, "I was trying to find you so you didn’t

could emoticon in real life, I’d definitely have question marks

just stare at him blankly

have the bravery levels required to say it out loud. The man’s intimidating, with his weathered, scarred face. And, while I have about

to

well do the same with the weird Lycans Caine

already found her,"

snorts. "I have

at odds. We should be


say, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. I’m sorry, had

because there’s no way I would have entrusted myself into the car of some weirdo who stared at me with such

still holding the cat by its scruff, which just makes everything really awkward. So I set it down, watching as it immediately stretches

Just you wait.

we’re alone, the interrogation

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