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."

wiggles with enthusiastic tail-wagging before launching at me, her front paws landing on my shoulders as she tries to lick

slobber from my cheek. "Gross."

its metronome-like sweep. If dogs could

holding onto

she doesn’t seem out to hurt

I wipe my hands on my jeans. "But


in what has to be a calculated move of cuteness.

but it’s as

then. Another five minutes before I’ll try

Meanwhile...

not be willing to spill her

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

then blinks big blue eyes

can feel her butt-wagging

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

an animal abuser does little

my grip, purring as it continues

Hah.

you bring trouble to me or the


Grace Harper,

door jingles to accompany an old man’s voice, and Andrew piles into the laundromat behind him, saying, "Grace, it looks like the king

both block the door rudely, though it isn’t like anyone’s queued outside to barge in

too. He didn’t

isn’t nearly as open-minded as Super Nanny, and I stiffen a little as he looks me over, like he’s judging

in real life, I’d definitely have question marks above

just stare at

my problem...? But I don’t quite have the bravery levels required to say it out loud. The man’s intimidating, with his weathered, scarred face. And, while I have about ninety-seven percent faith Andrew will try to protect me if he comes after me like the crazy one from earlier, I have about ten percent faith

mathed out, I’m pretty sure my best bet is to not get on this guy’s nerves. So I

decision to become Caeriel’s bootlicker to survive; may as well do the same with the weird Lycans Caine chooses to

her,"

"I

We should be united


appreciate it. I’m

would have entrusted myself into the car of

awkward. So I set it down, watching as it immediately stretches and resumes its previous

Just you wait.

the interrogation

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