Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Grace: Unwanted Interruption

Seven minutes. That’s all I have left.

I sprint down the street, phone clutched in my sweaty palm as I check the map for the fifth time in thirty seconds. The little blue dot of my location inches painfully slowly toward the destination marker. This app doesn’t bother with luxuries like street names or turns—just a straight line cutting through buildings, yards, and whatever else stands between me and this mysterious Guardian.

My lungs burn, legs already turning to jelly. I’m no stranger to running away from danger, but there’s a huge difference between running on demand and running out of fear.

When I’m afraid, I don’t notice things like how my thighs ache and I have a stitch in my side and how my breathing’s getting too short and shallow. Adrenaline takes over and I just go until I can’t go anymore.

But now I’m forcing every extra step. Running for thirty seconds? Doable. A minute? Sure. Three minutes straight? Torture.

Had I known this was going to happen, I would have started working out days ago. Maybe trained like I was going to enter a marathon.

Behind me, there are shifters shadowing my every move, probably not even breathing hard. They’ve been following me since I burst out of the camper, probably watching my every move to feed gossip to the pack. Or maybe wait until I’m even farther and more isolated to bully me to tears.

Too bad. There’s a scary little app in my phone far more terrifying than the shifters I grew up with.

I cut across someone’s front yard, earning a startled curse from an older shifter out watering her herb garden.

"Sorry!" I gasp, not slowing down.

My destination is still too far, and—

A hand clamps onto my arm, yanking me backward with enough force I nearly topple over. The world spins as I’m whirled around, meeting vicious green eyes.

Ellie.

She’s exactly as beautiful as I remember—long black hair framing a perfect face, emerald eyes, pretty nose. But now her flawless features are twisted with something feral, something unhinged as her lip curls into a snarl.

"Let me go!" I snap, trying to wrench free.

My arm doesn’t budge an inch in her grip. My human strength is nothing against hers, and we both know it. I glance at my phone screen—6:42 and counting down.

"Why the hell are you back?" she hisses, her nails digging into my skin. They’re the sharp, pointy kind of manicured nails, and they hurt like hell when paired with her level of power.

I pull again, fighting back a wince as her grip tightens. "Why do you care? I’m not going after your precious mate, so you don’t have to worry about that." She can have Rafe in all his disgusting glory.

Her face contorts as she demands, "What did you say to my father?"

"Your father?" I blink, genuinely confused, temporarily pausing at trying to regain ownership of my own limb. "Seriously? I’ve never even met your father." How she expects a human girl to contact the alpha of another pack, I just can’t fathom.

Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Don’t lie to me, you wicked little bitch."

As if anyone on this planet would think I’m lying...

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