Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Grace: Lighten

Sterling City is a small town. Too small to hide in. Andrew’s words, not mine.

"So you’re not leaving me here?" I ask, confused.

Andrew’s grip tightens around the steering wheel. "It’s the first place they’ll look. You’re going to need some more distance from the Lycan King, just in case."

His words send ice through my veins. Of course they’d search Sterling City. It’s the closest human settlement, so it makes sense I would run here.

"We’re going to keep driving for a while, but first we need some food."

He pulls into a vast parking lot illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. A massive blue sign looms ahead.

"Where are we?"

"Walmart. We need food."

The automatic doors slide open with a mechanical hiss, releasing a blast of cold air that prickles my skin. Inside, the store stretches endlessly, aisles upon aisles of... everything. So many things.

"Bathroom first," Andrew mutters, nodding toward the back of the store.

We navigate through the nearly empty store. Past midnight, only a few night owls roam the aisles alongside us. A tired woman in a blue vest pushes a cart of items to restock, and two guys crowd stand in front of the frozen pizzas. They’re the only two people I see.

After using the bathroom, I emerge to find Andrew waiting. His gaze follows mine as I take in everything around us.

"Want to look around?"

I hesitate. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. If you’re not tired." He shrugs. "We can take ten minutes to look around."

It’s a little embarrassing to admit how much fun it is just to drift through aisles.

I end up in haircare, drawn to a wall of colors and promises. My hair’s brown and boring, but I’d never cared much about it before. It’s just hair, after all.

A box with a blonde woman catches my eye. I reach for it, reading the instructions with burning curiosity. A transformation in a box. A new identity for $8.99.

I’m still reading when Andrew says, "Wait here while I grab some food and snacks, okay?"

I nod absently, already reaching for another box. How different would I look? Would Rafe even recognize me? Would Caine?

I pick up a third option when a soft voice interrupts.

"I don’t recommend that brand. You’ll end up brassy."

I turn to find a girl with hair in every color of the rainbow. Her eyes—unnaturally slitted like a cat’s—survey me with amused interest.

"I’m not really sure what I’m looking at," I admit.

She glances around before grabbing a different box. "This would work best out of what’s on the shelves."

"Oh." I read over the box, not seeing any real difference except—"This one costs more."

"The cheap ones aren’t worth it." She cocks her head, studying me. "Ever lightened your hair before?"

"No."

She rubs the tip of her nose, eyes narrowing as she looks me up and down. "You from around here?"

I hesitate, looking around. She seems a little too helpful to be a wolf shifter, but I’m still nervous. Where’s Andrew?

"My rig’s in the parking lot," she says, jerking her thumb toward the entrance. "If you want help going blonde."

"Oh. Are you... some sort of hair dresser?"

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