Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 191

191 Grace: Her Return

I stare out the window as Andrew pulls into a large, semi–circular driveway toward the edge of town. My stomach knots tighter with each rotation of the tires, like my body is physically rejecting the idea of being back on Blue Mountain territory.

I didn’t realize this was her place, but it makes sense. I remember the greenhouse; it was always filled with rows of vibrant flowers. The pack mostly ignored it because, as it turns out, wolves don’t really use florists much. Something about the scents being too cloying.

“I need to go check in with Rafe,” he says, his words coming out slow and careful, like he’s testing how the words land.

The statement catches me off guard. There’s a hurt there I wasn’t expecting, and I’m not entirely sure how to respond.

Caine’s already backed the RV beside a small home with boarded–up windows. The fading light catches on the dusty greenhouse attached to the main building, its glass panels shattered in places, jagged teeth ready to bite anyone who ventures too close.

Eliza was sweet. She used to give me flowers whenever I ran into her. Of course, I’d only been here a year when she was mated out and left.

The Lycans. Not “Caine” or even “your mate.” It feels like a subtle distancing, but I could just be reading too much into it./

“Is it really okay for us to stay here?” I unbuckle my seatbelt and glance at Andrew.

“But why would you bring up it being haunted if it isn’t?”

“Okay, grab your things out of Andrew’s car,” I say, trying to regain some semblance of order. He’s standing around awkwardly, probably wanting to leave.

His brow furrows. “Why?”

“I’ll just get everything myself, then.” Her martyred tone would be funny if it weren’t so accurate, and she shoots her younger brother a nasty older sister glare as she grabs

Bun’s hand and marches back to the car.

I frown at the building, at its broken windows and faded sign. Kids from the pack used

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to dare each other to spend the night here. It’s commonly considered to be haunted by the younger pack members, though of course I’m an adult who doesn’t believe in such superstitions anymore.

I didn’t even realize he was done with the camper.

I nod. I’m surprised he’s still here, and it isn’t like he needs to report to me. Having him around was helpful, but it isn’t like I asked him to stay with us. Technically, this all started with him stalking me.

“What?”

It isn’t even directed my way, but I shiver anyway.

Worse than weird.

But then again, things have changed since I ran away, and my worldview has…

widened.

Sara sighs with all the drama of a teenager twice her age–so, basically… me, I guess? Hm. That’s a sobering thought.

“Are you stupid? She said there are no ghosts,” Jer shouts from where he’s now helping Caine unload something from the back of the truck. His voice carries across the yard with the special volume only unhelpful siblings can achieve.

The thought provides small comfort as I take in our new temporary home. Ron and Caine are already getting things put together, and Andrew frowns in their direction. It takes me only a minute to realize the Lycan King is being way too helpful for someone he shouldn’t care too much about.

She jumps, her red eyes widening. “So it is haunted?”

“Yeah.”

Not much, anyway.

“That’s fine.”

But the app had dinged at me almost as soon as we entered the city limits with a new mission–to present myself to the Guardian for assignment, or something strange.

But before he can leave, I remember the car seat. “Wait, we have to get Bun’s seat out

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“What’s the name of this place again?”

“Both of you, watch your mouths!”

Honestly, the Walmart parking lot is where I’d rather be. Staying there would be so much better than being in reach of this pack again, and I’m already second–guessing my request to keep my identity as Caine’s mate a secret.

He nods, already reaching for the door. “The Lycans have already settled it.”

And there won’t be any midnight run–ins. Which is probably for the best, but makes my heart feel a little itchy for some reason.

Andrew shifts his weight again, looking uncharacteristically stubborn in front of the Lycan King. “You can’t do much if you’re trying to hide your relationship, so-”

I’m not entirely certain how the pack will treat these kids, and Andrew seems to understand my reasoning because he nods immediately. “Don’t worry, guys. It’s going to be hectic today and maybe tomorrow, but after that we should be able to go on a lot

of adventures.”

Is parenting ever going to get easier?

Pressing my fingers against my temple, I clarify, “No. I said it isn’t haunted.”

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