Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Grace: So Easy

Leaving pack lands is laughably easy with Andrew by my side, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s laughing at me in his head for overreacting to his blacked-out getup.

There’s no one around to care, much less notice us.

The dented blue Toyota looks like freedom on four wheels. It’s just one of the many cars parked here, but it’s my gateway to a new life.

"Do you have the keys?" I ask, standing by the locked passenger door.

Andrew dangles them from his finger. "What, you think I’d walk us out here without them?"

He slides into the driver’s seat, and I fold myself into the passenger side. The seats are clean and well-maintained, and it smells like French fries inside.

"There’s a blanket in the back seat, if you want it."

A blanket in this weather? But I realize why he offers when he cranks the AC as high as it goes. Once it kicks in, I’m going to turn into a human ice cube.

When Andrew turns the key in the ignition, my heart stops, wondering if someone’s going to come running and ask why we’re in the car.

But no one comes.

I’m still tired from Rafe waking me up earlier, but napping isn’t an option. Gripping my seat belt, I stare out the window with wide eyes, intent on watching every minute.

I’m in the car because it’s the easiest way out of the Blue Mountain Pack’s territory, but there’s still no guarantee Andrew isn’t going to deliver me straight into the hands of Ellie’s father. There’s a point when the rural road leading to pack lands joins with the highway; if he goes left, he’s taking me to Forest Springs.

Right? Sterling City.

Andrew’s profile gives nothing away. The moonlight catches on the angles of his face, shadows pooling beneath his cheekbones. After the past few days, he looks suddenly very young to me. Much younger than Caine or the Lycan Beta, and with only a fraction of their confidence.

His fingers tap an uneven rhythm against the steering wheel. Is that nervousness? Guilt? Or just a habit?

Paranoia blooms in the silence of our ride, not even broken by the radio. I guess Andrew prefers to drive in silence.

The closer we get to the highway, the tighter the grip on my seatbelt. My breath catches in my throat. I’ve prepared myself for the worst—to fling myself from the moving car if necessary.

It feels like hours have passed, but the city isn’t that far.

The turn signal clicks. Right.

Sterling City.

The breath I’ve been holding escapes in a soft rush. My shoulders drop an inch as we merge onto the highway, the needle on the speedometer climbing steadily.

Andrew glances over. "You okay?"

Moonlight bleeds through the windows, casting his familiar features in an unfamiliar glow. For a heartbeat, I see the boy I grew up with, not the wolf who’d snarled at me in the forest.

"I’m great. I can’t believe we’ve made it this far."

"I told you, everyone’s busy. The Alpha succession isn’t really a voluntary event."

The highway is filled with cars, even at this time of night. We’re just one of many. Even if someone’s looking for us, it won’t be easy to find a single car among so many.

Silence falls between us again.

"Why are you helping me?"

Andrew keeps his eyes on the road. "You really want to know?"

"I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t."

He sighs, a long exhale that seems to deflate him. "Because what they did to you was wrong. What Rafe did was wrong."

I stare at his profile, searching for the lie. "You never liked me."

"I never said I didn’t like you."

"You didn’t have to. It was pretty clear."

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