Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 205

205 Lyre: Power Corrupts

205 Lyre: Power Corrupts

I point at him, my finger stopping just short of his chest. “One of your parents is a pure angel, no?”

Pressing my fingers against my forehead, 1

about something. Relax.”

thinking

“I’m not criticizing daddy dearest.” I wave a dismissive hand. “Most angels would stick “I’m not criticizing daddy dearest.” I w around to raise their offspring

not to, but certainly not the faultly because of the laws in place. It’s rare for one

of the human parent.”

“You look like you’re angry with me over something. I can promise you, I didn’t do anything.” He holds one hand up in the air, saying solemnly, “I scouted ahead but ran into no one and touched nothing. No ward was tripped.”

Bonding him to me would make things easier, but thinking of Aaron’s jealousy makes my head already throb. He was already a mess over a simple arcana infusion with Thom, and–2

“I said they were too weak to defend themselves.” I hold his gaze steadily. “Who do you think eradicated them?”

“The further I go, the more signs of angelic interference I find,” he murmurs. “And the App still hasn’t updated its mission. We’re here to find the agent of Chaos, no mention of Order’s involvement at all, which makes no sense. There’s clearly angelic work here.”

His polite way of telling me I’m full of shit, without wanting to go head–to–head on the

matter. I snort.

“And this community thought that would somehow exempt them from divine oversight?”

He nods.

“You, too?”

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“You said they weren’t bound by Plausibility or Causality,” he points out with a frown

“Wrong.” I smile faintly. “Balance. They didn’t approve.”

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Hmm. “Let me guess. Your father raised you with some vague notion of your heritage but never the specifics.”

He shakes his head slightly. “I still don’t understand why angels would be working with

all of… this.”

“Sit down. Rest for a while.”

I’d really thought he was over it by now. We’ve been working together seamlessly for a while, and he stopped flinching every time I looked in his direction. T

“But they were wrong.”

The effect of blood magic in this space is overwhelming the further we go, saturating the arcana in its taint. One would think such a level of corruption would be mirrored above ground, the earth incapable of nurturing the grass and trees, but it’s the opposite: blood magic, nauseating or not, is a source of energy.

My brows crowd together as I snap my head in Owen’s direction again, frowning at him without meaning to.

“Of course not.” The laugh that escapes me holds no humor. “Angels tend to gloss over the darker sides of their history. It’s inconvenient to be compared to Chaos.”

Owen must sense the weight of my gaze because he meets my eyes, only to have his widen as he takes a step back. “I didn’t do it.”

Though I might have to hold his hand all night.

My lips turn down at the thought before stepping away with Owen, far enough for Thom not to listen in if we whisper.

“Oh.” He pauses. “That makes sense.”

I sigh again, turning away from him to focus on the pale wizard swaying by my side. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the angel–descendant finally relax his shoulders. Nothing like the sudden urge to eat flies to ruin a relationship.

“They miscalculated.” I keep my tone purposely light. “They believed the further their bloodline strayed from pure angelic stock, the less interest Balance would take in

them.”

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I glance back at Thom, checking that he’s still conscious. Still breathing. Still with us. He meets my eyes and attempts a weak smile, and I wonder if he expects me to smile

back.

“No. He had no idea.” His eyes narrow. “He raised me as best as he could.”

It’s as if I’ve been infected by their pack mentality. We don’t have this kind of relationship.

A brief hesitation before he begrudgingly admits, “I have never met her.”

He slides down, back against the concrete, breathing hard. Sweat drips from his face. “Sorry.”

Sleep should help. And food.

“Ah… I see.”

“Correct. And because they weren’t, Balance could act. They were yet to be woven into the fate of the world, but also unprotected by natural laws.” She points a finger to the sky with a faint smile. “The great gods above don’t like when uncontrolled power

I pat his shoulder a few times, hoping it’s enough to boost his sagging morale. Before, even a glance in his direction would lift his spirits. Now, weighed down by what he’s seen, the amount of information I’ve forced down his throat, and his depleted energy,

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it seems almost impossible to pull him out of his funk.

“What?”

But underneath the bloated, oil–feeling areana threads runs something else. Something cleaner and deliberate, organizing patches of arcana as if fixing small defects.

Pathetic.

The angel–descendant’s unnaturally bright eyes fix on me, unblinking. “How does that compare to this, then? This person clearly has power.”

Owen’s off scouting ahead, since he still has the ability to defend himself if necessary. Plausibility hasn’t blocked him yet, and he’s essentially our last bastion of defense if anything arcana–capable comes our way.

This is why you don’t turn your subordinates into toads. They start losing rationality over fear. 1

“Bingo. They were idiots to think otherwise, and yet it happens every few generations. Power corrupts, even in Order.” @

“Not all descendants would be bound by Probability and Causality.”

He’s a refreshing partner; no wasted words. Just quiet competence and a remarkable ability to follow my train of thought without me having to spell things out, convenient when we have to curate our words in front of the others.

His mouth twists. “Chaos?”

“Spectacularly. Their very existence became a threat to Balance. Think about it, Owen. A faction of quasi–divine beings with just enough power to manipulate reality but not enough divinity to be bound by the rules. What happens when that faction starts altering human destinies on a large scale? When they start interfering with pack structures, magical bloodlines, the threads that hold this mess together?”

He nods, the motion stiff.

The earth siphons it greedily, creating a lush land of fortune for those unaware of its price.

Owen’s nose wrinkles a little. “I’ve never heard of an angel who isn’t.”

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Then Thom stumbles beside me once again, his knees buckling. I yank him back before he falls face–forward, then guide him to the nearest wall.

How could I even consider passing up such a capable minion just because of a single possessive wolf? (5

Thom’s barely able to walk, stumbling every few steps, even with his hand in mine. His eyes have long ago glazed over.