Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Grace: Tell Him to Hurry

Andrew’s eyebrows pinch together as his eyes search my face with an uncomfortable level of intensity. I’d just asked him to take me back to the camper after wasting half an hour sitting in this rundown diner.

"You sure you’re done? You sounded like you had a lot to do, but we didn’t even do anything in the end."

"Yeah." We did a hell of a lot more than he thinks we did, but I’m the only one who remembers it.

In the end, Ellie hasn’t shown up. I’m not sure where she caught our trail before, but maybe she hasn’t found us yet.

On the one hand, I’m still worried she’s about to appear at any second with her goons.

On the other...

My fingers twitch over my pocket, where my phone rests in silence, along with the strange coin from Jebediah Wulfric’s grave. I want to get all this App bullshit done with.

"Okay, then I’ll take you back."

Andrew’s calm acceptance of the strange situations I’ve put him through helps relax the tightly wound muscles of my upper back and shoulders, and I flash him a grateful smile. "Thanks."

He throws a few bills onto the table to pay our meager tab. "Don’t worry about it. I’m here to help."

I follow Andrew outside, my head down as I type out a quick message to Caeriel. I’ve sent several, but as usual there’s no response.

[GRACE HARPER: Answer me. You’re my mentor, right? Aren’t you here to help me?]

[CAERIEL: You’re alive, aren’t you?]

His sudden response comes out of nowhere, sent almost as soon as my message goes through. But before I can respond to the absurd question, my face smashes into something warm and solid. "Ow!"

Andrew’s stopped walking.

I sidestep him, bumping into him with my shoulder with grumpy intent. "What the hell, you can’t just stop walk..."

There’s a black cat sitting on the hood of the sedan, its tail lazily swishing back and forth as it blinks giant golden eyes at us.

"It’s a cat," he says, like I don’t have two eyeballs with perfectly fine vision. "Since when do cats hang out in pack territory?"

"Since now, I guess?" But my casual words are the antithesis of the strange feeling of wrongness curling up in my chest.

The cat yawns, revealing needle-sharp teeth, before settling into a perfect loaf position. It’s clear it has no fear of Andrew, reminding me of two other pets.

I wonder if Dylan’s found them yet, and if they’re okay.

Damn, I’m such a bad pet owner. I should probably be a little more worried, but it’s kind of hard to be super worried when I know they’re some strange version of supernatural being with ties to the Divinity App.

I’m sure they’re fine.

Still, the kids would be devastated if they never showed up again...

"Shoo," Andrew says half-heartedly, but the animal ignores him, yawning again.

Andrew glances at me sideways. "First that white cat, now this one. You got some kind of affinity for felines I don’t know about?"

"No." I shake my head, giving the cat a suspicious side-eye. "Definitely not." But if I have to hazard a guess, it’s about as normal of a cat as the white one.

The cat’s golden eyes lock with mine, unblinking and intense. My skin prickles with goosebumps and a vague feeling of guilt, like I’m somehow wrong for doubting its identity.

Then, as if deciding we’re no longer worth its attention, it suddenly stretches before hopping gracefully off the hood. With a flick of its tail, it darts into the bushes beside the diner’s parking lot.

"That thing better get out of the territory if it knows what’s good for it. Wolves and cats don’t mix," Andrew says, clearly unbothered now that it’s no longer on his car.

"Yeah," I mutter, sliding into the passenger seat and wondering if I should be worried.

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