Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Grace: Middle of the Night

When the storm wakes me at two thirty-seven in the morning, it’s a relief.

For whatever reason, my dreams were infested with zombies. There’s only so much running away from the undead a girl can handle dreaming about—which is zilch, by the way—and I’m way above my quota with one night alone.

Drenched in sweat, I slip out of bed. Sara and Bun don’t even twitch on their two-thirds of the mattress, cordoned off with a pile of rolled up blankets and body pillows Caine acquired from the store.

He’s insistent on reducing even the possibility of accidental touches, even though I can’t feel anything when I touch Bun. It’s only Caine who seems to pull my energy out.

Lyre hadn’t given much explanation when I explained it to her, not that we had much time to talk about it in between... everything else. Just said Bun needed the stabilization, and I should know my limits. But, of course, the Lycan King doesn’t agree, saying if I knew my limits I wouldn’t have fallen unconscious.

Reaching out, I brush my fingers against Bun’s ankle, focusing on the brief contact. But there’s nothing. No sudden rush of magic, no feeling of anything draining from me.

Perhaps it only happens when she’s out of control. Lyre said it was stabilization, so such a scenario would make the most sense.

Which begs the question: what’s wrong with Caine, for him to require it at all times?

I scrub at my face and sigh, heading silently into the bathroom, where I can at least stretch my legs a little, since getting back to sleep feels a little impossible right now.

The phone’s built-in flashlight comes in handy as I stealthily close both bathroom doors before finally flicking on the overhead lights, blinking a little in the sudden brightness.

It’s quiet.

Outside, the sound of an occasional car makes it through the walls. But where we are, in the back of the parking lot, there isn’t much going on, leaving things surprisingly quiet.

My shirt clings to my back, sticky with night sweat. I peel it off, followed by my bra, and inhale the slightly musty air. The storm thuds against the roof with incessant, heavy rain, somehow making the humidity worse just by thinking about how wet it is outside.

I dampen a washcloth under the tap, careful to keep the water pressure low. You can hear everything in this camper, from people moving around to every time the water’s being used. Privacy is an illusion.

The cold water brings relief as I squeeze the now-wet cloth over my skin, rivulets sliding down to catch in my waistband. Without thinking twice, I kick off my pants, too.

Not quite a proper shower, but it’s enough to wash away the remnants of those endless zombie dreams and the sticky sweat covering my skin.

The RV feels like a pressure cooker tonight. With the unseasonable heat passing and cooler fall temperatures finally making its way to the area, the rain’s forced us to shut every window. Without a cross-breeze or the air conditioner running, we rely on fans to circulate the stagnant, humid air, made worse by the sheer number of living beings breathing in this enclosed space. Even with Lyre’s dehumidifier running.

I consider checking the battery levels to see if running the AC for a few hours would drain us too much. The thought of cool air makes me close my eyes in longing, but I dismiss it immediately. It’s more likely to wake up the others, and we all need rest after such a long road trip.

And who knows how we’ll be resting tomorrow night.

Tomorrow, we’ll officially be back in Blue Mountain territory, where Rafe’s taken over as Alpha. Even the thought of seeing his face makes my stomach roil with nausea, and I scrub a little harder against my collarbones, forgetting I’m just trying to cool myself down.

Better not to think about Rafe and Ellie and how awkward everything’s—

The bathroom door swings open.

I freeze, washcloth pressed to my chest, tiny streams of water streaming down my stomach and legs.

Caine stands in the doorway.

You know, naked.

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