Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Grace: Honey, I’m Home

The kids race toward the entrance of the cave and I trail behind, arms sore from handling the little shifter tornado, who now twists in my grip at the promised arrival of food.

“Pah! Pah!” Bun chants, kicking her legs against my ribs as she giggles.

The exhaustion hits me in a wave. Between Bun’s shifting frenzy, the bizarre rumors about Caine and me, and just the general chaos of being trapped in a cave with hyperactive shifter children—my body’s tapped out. Done. Dead.

My hospital stay seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it’s only been hours.

Owen staggers inside, arms loaded with the promised holy food, and Jer shouts, “Did you remember cheese?”

The man grunts, his eyes darting around the room until he sees me. Then he glances behind him.

He looks paler than when he left, a sheen of sweat visible on his forehead. The unflappable, impassive man is…

Nervous.

My stomach drops.

“Pizza!” Sara and Jer practically tackle him, grabbing at the boxes, oblivious. Despite their excitement, Owen remains rigid, jaw tight and eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, shifting Bun to my hip as she makes grabby hands toward the food.

Before Owen can answer, another figure steps into the chamber.

I blink.

“Honey, I’m home.” Lyre’s rainbow hair catches what little light filters into the cave as she saunters in like she’s arriving at her own dinner party instead of a hidden shifter hideout. She waves at me with casual flippancy, cat eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Behind her, the massive form of Jack-Eye ducks through the entrance, his red hair tied back, expression as bewildered as I feel.

“Lyre?” I ask in disbelief. “How did—”

“We followed the pizza boy,” she says with a shrug. “Oldest trick in the book. You okay?”

Owen flinches when she speaks, practically jumping backward. The pizza boxes wobble dangerously in his grip, and Sara shrieks.

“Put those down before you drop them,” Lyre commands, and Owen instantly complies, like he’s been shocked.

Jack-Eye edges away from Lyre, pressing himself against the cave wall and maintaining at least ten feet of distance between them. His eyes never leave her, tracking her every movement like she might explode at any moment. The Beta of the Lycan Pack—a man who commands respect from alphas—looks like he’s sharing space with a live grenade.

I blink again.

Am I hallucinating? I must be hallucinating. Maybe Bun ran into my head while she was flying around, and now I’m unconscious.

“Everything’s fine,” Owen says to the suddenly silent children. “They are Grace’s… friends.”

Ron, ever the observant one, narrows his eyes. “Are they?”

Sara grabs a box of pizza with a frown and takes five or six steps back, as if she’s afraid Lyre’s going to snatch it out of her hands. “Are they going to eat, too?”

Bun reaches out with a shriek. “Pah! PAH!”

Lyre strolls over to the stack of pizza boxes now on the floor and flips open the top one. “Pepperoni. Basic, but acceptable.”

Bun twists, smacking my face with her chubby hands.

Nope. I’m not unconscious.

I can see her look at Ron and mouth, I don’t think he got enough pizza.

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