Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Grace: White Cat (I)

It takes three hours to get the truck fixed, but we’ve run into a tiny dilemma.

Actually, it’s not very tiny. At least to Caine.

"Damn it," he curses, running a hand through his hair. "I didn’t think about this."

"I didn’t, either."

Andrew and Caine are both staring at the set of keys on the dinette table, which they’ve been doing for the past five minutes since we got the call the truck was ready.

I rest my hand on my chin, watching their impasse with mild frustration.

Caine lets out another huge sigh, and Andrew follows suit.

"I should have gone with him," Andrew says, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Didn’t even think about the logistics."

"We’ll be fine for thirty minutes without you guys."

"No," they say in unison.

I roll my eyes at their stubborn veto. "So, how are you going to pick up the truck then? Caine, even if you shift, you’ll take at least an hour to get there, right? Wouldn’t it be more dangerous for you to be gone for so long?"

"I could shift," Andrew offers.

"It’ll still take you at least an hour to get there," I point out. "This is ridiculous. It’s not even a big deal. The drive there will take ten, fifteen minutes at most. Just go and come back. Thirty minutes and you’re done. What do you think is going to happen in thirty minutes?"

Caine grimaces. "Leaving you here is dangerous. Any crazy person can come off the road—"

"So leave Fenris here. He’ll scare anyone off."

"But—"

"Just Fenris is fine."

"If there’s a—"

"Just. Leave. Fenris. And go get the truck. Please."

Caine rubs at his forehead, the hard line of his jaw twitching beneath his stubble. "Fine."

The air between us shimmers, and suddenly his wolf is there—the slightly-less-terrifying "dog" version of him, anyway. And the first thing he does?

He swings his head toward Sadie and snarls.

Sadie—all golden retriever friendliness until now—yelps and leaps onto the couch in a rush of honey-colored fur, practically climbing behind Jer for protection.

So she’s afraid of Fenris, but not afraid of Caine or Andrew. I’m more convinced than ever Sadie’s a shifter child who won’t return to her human body for some reason.

The wolf, meanwhile, apparently satisfied with establishing his dominance, belly crawls under the dinette table until he reaches me, then sits up to plop his head into my lap in silent demand for pets.

"Good boy," I murmur, scratching behind his soft ears.

Caine snatches the keys off the table and stomps to the door, and I swear the man is sulking.

Is it possible for the great and powerful Lycan King to sulk? Because—he is.

He slams the door open, then hesitates at the threshold. His shoulders tense before he whips back around, fixing each of the kids with his steel-gray gaze.

"Not a single one of you sets foot outside while I’m gone. Unless this thing catches on fire, you stay inside with Fenris. Understood?"

"Yes," all three chorus, sounding mildly exasperated in the way only children can.

Satisfied with their obedience, Caine turns to me. "Lock the door behind me."

Oh, my God. The man’s ridiculous. "I know how doors work, Caine. Just go already."

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