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.

streets in this area follow a tree-naming convention. Pine. Oak. Maple. Spruce would fit the pattern, not Bruce. Just find

turn onto Pine, driving slowly while scanning

looking at it right now,"

the sound of my low, continuous snarling. "Well, I’m looking at a street sign

wouldn’t make such a basic

slam on the brakes. "Get

"What?" my beta asks.

Who?

"You, Fenris. Get out."

your

I’m not even manifested.

Out. Walk the block.

pauses. That’s childish and inefficient. Just

cracks beneath my fist.

The thought of Grace scared, hurt, or worse makes my chest feel like

voice enters the

Can I

and Thom have been silent in the backseat, and

"Who’s that?" Jack-Eye asks.

Andrew speaking. The map. I think—High Alpha, can

the backseat. My beta’s voice

I see. The Lycan Beta must be looking at an old map. There’s been construction

roll back and my spine to

He scoffs.

"My app is up

maps haven’t been updated yet," Thom pipes up, though his voice shakes a little. "If you look at

map on the city website," Andrew

over the

my beta

say through gritted teeth. "It used to be Spruce Avenue. Now

so, High

car back in drive. "So which way on

I’m surrounded by alleged apex predators

give us the fucking address,

"No."

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