Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Grace: Wild Child

I reach for the fluttering brown sparrow darting through the room, but my fingers close on empty air as Bun zips toward the ceiling.

“Damn. You were so close,” Ron says.

“Yeah, damn,” Jer echoes.

Sara sighs. “You’re not supposed to use bad words.”

Meanwhile, I’m waving my hands frantically as I shout, “Bun, please come down!”

The tiny bird chirps manically, wings beating frantically in hunger-induced chaos. She’s been shifting nonstop for twenty minutes—from bunny to kitten to fish (a terrifying thirty seconds of flopping), and now this. My heart hammers against my ribs even as I wonder how a toddler who can barely walk a straight line has already figured out flying.

“She’s losing it,” Ron says beside me, craning his neck upward. “The pizza’s taking too long.”

Jer nods grimly. “Sugar crash. Plus she’s still growing.”

He sounds so wise, but I don’t think her growth has anything to do with her current state of mania.

I watch helplessly as the little brown bird dives toward a particularly threatening-looking piece of wall. “Can’t you guys do something?”

Sara crosses her arms, shaking her head. “She’s too fast. Last time she went bird, Owen had to use a net.”

“And Sara can’t figure out how to fly, so she’s useless,” Jer adds.

“Shut up, Jer!”

The sparrow swoops directly over our heads, chirping what sounds suspiciously like swear words. Except she’s a toddler, and I’m pretty sure she only knows about fifteen actual words.

Ron sighs, sounding so resigned, you’d think he was asked to work overtime. “I’ll get her.”

His transformation happens in a blink—one second he’s a gangly preteen boy with messy hair and eyes too old for his face, the next he’s a young gorilla, his fur glossy black.

My jaw drops.

“Told you,” Sara says with a shrug. “Ron can turn into anything. Well, with a heart.”

Gorilla Ron makes his way up the cave wall with surprising grace, powerful hands finding invisible holds in the rock. Sparrow Bun flutters in panicked circles as he approaches, her tiny heart probably racing twice as fast as mine.

“Be careful!” I call out uselessly, my hands pressed against my lips.

Bun finally perches on a ledge, her beak open as she trembles. Do birds pant? Because it looks like she’s panting.

With surprising gentleness, Gorilla Ron’s massive hand cups around the tiny bird. She pecks at his fingers, but he doesn’t flinch, just cradles her close to his chest and begins the descent.

“Thank god,” I breathe as Ron reaches the ground, carefully extending his palm toward me. The sparrow glares at me out of the side of her beady little eyes.

Sara appears out of nowhere, a bright red apple in her hand. “Look, Bird Bun! Food! Want the yummy apple? A is for apple! Ah ah apple!”

The transformation is instant—feathers disappear into chubby little arms. Ron barely has time to set her down before she’s fully Toddler Bun again, grabby hands reaching for the fruit.

Sara thrusts it into Bun’s tiny palms. “Here, eat this before you transform into a freaking pterodactyl!” Her voice is cajoling and upbeat, but the words don’t match her tone.

Bun takes one giant bite of the apple, juice dribbling down her chin, her eyes wide with momentary satisfaction—before her face scrunches up in disgust. She hurls the apple to the ground with unexpected force.

“NOOOOO!” Her scream bounces off every surface, amplified by the cave’s acoustics into something almost supernatural. “PAH! PAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

I swoop down to collect her before she can shift again, lifting her squirming body against my chest. Her back arches in my arms like something possessed, her spine bending at angles which can’t be natural. Her tiny hands fist in my hair, yanking hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“Ow—Bun, stop it!” I struggle to contain her flailing limbs as she twists, doing her baby damnedest to pull my hair out of my head. “The pizza’s coming!”

Sara backs away rapidly, hands to her mouth and eyes wide with horror. “Oh my Goddess, Bun, stop! The Lycan King’s gonna eat us!”

“Bun’s hurting the Queen,” Sara hisses, like I’m not right here.

I’m still trying to process the moment when Jer jumps in, rounding on Ron. “Dude, don’t you pay any attention? The King wiped out an entire pack just because her ex-boyfriend was in it. They said the bodies lined for miles.”

“She said some,” Ron defends.

Sara’s eyes go impossibly wider. “See? He kills anyone who hurts her! We’re dead. We’re so dead. Ron, make Bun stop eating Grace before we’re all dinner.”

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