Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 84

Chapter 83: Caine: Directions

CAINE

I grip the steering wheel tight enough to leave indentations in the leather as Jack-Eye’s voice crackles through my phone’s speaker. My patience—already hanging by a thread—stretches thinner with each passing minute.

We couldn’t find Halloway anywhere. Even Thom couldn’t track him down, much like he couldn’t track Grace. He keeps blaming some strange magic in the area, but I don’t care about excuses; only results.

And we have none.

Which is why we’re in our current situation.

"No, you need to take Spruce Avenue, not Bruce Avenue," Jack-Eye says for the third time.

"There is no fucking Spruce Avenue!" I slam my hand against the steering wheel with a low growl, my vision hazing red for a split second.

The GPS on this car’s dash shows nothing but a maze of similarly named streets in a godforsaken suburban hellscape.

"Well, that’s what Lyre says, and since she’s the one who knows where we’re going—"

I snarl. "If she’d just give us the damn location, we wouldn’t be driving in circles."

A new voice cuts in, Lyre’s sardonic voice bleeding through speakerphone. "Sorry, did I miss the part where I invited the big bad wolf pack to join my rescue mission? You two should be grateful I’m even letting you tag along."

Fenris grumbles in my head.

"What street did you just pass?" she continues, oblivious to her own audacity.

It’s hard to unclench my teeth, but I manage it. "Beech Street."

"Okay, then turn left at the next intersection."

"That’s a one-way street going the wrong direction," I growl, peering ahead at the road sign.

Jack-Eye’s voice returns. "Look, just take a left onto Pine Street, then follow it to Spruce."

I check the map again. "There’s Pine Street and Bruce Street. No Spruce."

"No, it’s definitely Spruce," Jack-Eye insists.

a tree-naming convention. Pine. Oak. Maple. Spruce

take the turn onto Pine, driving slowly while

right now,"

of my low, continuous snarling. "Well, I’m looking at a street sign that says B-R-U-C-E. Bruce

wouldn’t make such

the

"What?" my beta asks.

Who?

"You, Fenris. Get out."

your own wolf

I’m not even manifested.

Get. Out. Walk the block.

childish and

time. Something cracks beneath my fist. "Every minute we waste is another minute Grace is with strangers who took her from the hospital. Who knows what

The thought of Grace scared, hurt, or worse

new voice

Can I

Andrew. Both he and Thom have been silent in

"Who’s that?" Jack-Eye asks.

I think—High Alpha, can you

My beta’s voice is distant now as he says, "Whose

Lycan Beta must be looking at an old

to roll back and my spine to straighten. I blast the smug

He scoffs.

"My app

shakes a little. "If you look at the street view data, it’s

updated map on

over

shit," my

"It used

so, High Alpha.

car back in drive. "So which

I’m surrounded by alleged apex predators who can’t

give us the fucking

"No."

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