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."

response is to crank the excited puppy routine to eleven. Her entire body wiggles with enthusiastic tail-wagging before launching at me, her front paws landing on my shoulders as she tries to lick my face with sloppy

her off, wiping dog slobber from my cheek. "Gross." Even worse knowing she isn’t really

its metronome-like sweep. If dogs

she’s holding onto her secrets

doesn’t seem out

wipe my hands on my


has to be a calculated move of cuteness. I’m not

mission notification, but it’s as glitched out as it was a few

minutes before I’ll try wracking my brain to

Meanwhile...

willing to spill her secrets, but there’s always the

my new prey, I stalk across the laundromat to grab it by its scruff. It’s too heavy to dangle in the air, so

white teeth, then blinks big

behind me, and I can feel her butt-wagging joy even

to send in a report.

trying not to feel like an animal abuser does little to bring forward

half-dangles there in my grip, purring as it continues to stare at

Hah.

you


Harper, there

laundromat behind him, saying, "Grace,

turns to frown at Andrew, who squares his shoulders and stares back. They both block the

He didn’t seem as friendly as Raymond—no. Rodney? Fuck. He’d just corrected me on

he looks me over, like he’s judging me in his head. Then he barks, "I was trying to find

life, I’d definitely have

I just stare at

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

out, I’m pretty sure my best bet is to not get on

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

found her," Andrew

"I have

and yet they’re at odds. We should be united against the common enemy, but first I have


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

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

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

Just you wait.

alone, the

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