Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Grace: Again

Sharp pains jab into my upper arm as Andrew spins me around and shoves me forward (which is now technically backward, but that’s a minor detail I have no business obsessing over in this moment of urgency).

"Get out of here," he grits out, not even looking my way. He’s still staring in the direction of Fenris and the stupid wolves Ellie’s brought with her to kill us all.

"But—" The last time he had me run, he was in danger. Granted, Fenris is here to be on his side and my favorite murder wolf makes a huge difference, no pun intended.

"They aren’t pack," he snaps. "Get out of here!"

Aren’t pack?

My head swirls as I try to turn back around, but this time Andrew shoves me so hard I stumble a few steps forward and almost fall to my knees.

"Then who—"

"Just get out of here!"

Heart: Stay and die defending your friends.

Brain: Shut up and listen to the man.

Damn it. I’m worse than no help—I’m a walking, talking, breathing, useless liability who, by the way, is Ellie’s prime target.

I stop hesitating and lurch forward a few ungainly steps, unsurprised when something tiny burns the shit out of my thigh.

A thunderous boom comes from behind and launches me forward like a giant slap from the hand of God. Gravity helps slam me face-first into the ground, and I’m pretty sure my teeth rip through the skin beneath my lip as the tangy flavor of blood becomes one of the only sensations I can reliably focus on.

My ears ring and buzz, like a bee’s vibrating inside of them, and my sight’s filled with strange prismatic shapes I’m forced to blink away. Did I look at the explosion while it was happening? I must have, but those few microseconds are a complete blur.

"Ugh!"

I push myself up, spitting blood to the ground as I rapid-fire blink my eyes to see properly again.

But when I look back, not only is there no sign of some sort of bomb going off—they’re all gone.

No Andrew. No Fenris. No bunch of murderous non-pack wolves.

Okay, they’re not all gone.

Ellie’s still here.

She’s walking slowly in my direction, maybe thirty feet away now. Her clothes hang in tatters, magically hiding anything important while still looking very much like she’s been held captive by a rabid wolverine for a few months.

Her eyes have a wild, unfocused quality as they meet mine, making me shudder.

She takes a step toward me. Then another.

I force myself to breathe, trying to ignore my unnaturally quick heartbeat.

"Hey, Ellie. How’s it going?"

The moment the words leave my mouth, I mentally kick myself. How’s it going? Really? That’s what I lead with when facing someone who tried to murder me? Then again, I’m dating Caine now, and he once enjoyed having his hand around my throat, so maybe I’m just naturally drawn to people who want me dead.

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