Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 142
Chapter 141: Caine: Brat vs Brot
CAINE
"We’re firing up the grill tonight," the old woman says, patting her husband’s arm affectionately. "Got some ribs marinating since this morning. You folks should join us!"
Grace stutters beside me, her cheeks flushing as her eyes dart from me to our new, extra-friendly neighbors. "Oh, that’s—"
"Is there gonna be BRAT-worsts?" Jer interrupts, bouncing on his toes with a manic energy that makes me wonder if he’s capable of standing still for longer than three seconds.
Grace whispers, "It’s brot—not brat."
The kid crosses his arms, defiant as he frowns at Grace. He has spunk, but he’s going to need to learn not to cross a Luna so easily. "I like bratwurst."
"You should at least say the word right," Sara mutters, conveniently placing Jer between her and Fenris. She probably doesn’t think anyone notices, but I do.
Most parents would probably be displeased at the idea one of their children would willingly sacrifice the other, but my lips quirk. A little sibling rivalry goes a long way to character development. It isn’t as if Fenris would hurt the children, but if he were truly an unstable wolf, it would be a lesson well-learned for the younger boy. Never ignore the unstable wolf beside you.
Ron clears his throat, scratching at his head as he says, "Oh, we don’t like to impose."
He acts too old for his age, and I frown. He could do with a few pups his age. It’s time for him to get into a little trouble and learn his own way, not spend his time watching over the children. Jack-Eye has a large family; I’m sure he has a nephew or cousin to take Ron in.
"Right, right!" Grace adds quickly, nodding too enthusiastically. "We wouldn’t want to impose."
The old man waves a weathered hand. "Nonsense! We love company."
Jer’s eyes light up again. "Are we gonna stick the brats on sticks? Over fire?"
"Brots," Sara hisses, smacking him in the shoulder. Then she freezes and looks at Fenris.
I chuckle, and she jumps a little, slowly turning around to peek in my direction. She looks worried, and I smile at her.
Somehow, it makes it all worse, and she dashes over to Ron’s side, clinging to his hand.
The old man laughs at Jer, a full-bellied sound of a kind and gentle soul. "Sure thing, boy!"
Grace’s smile strains as she shoots me a sideways glance. Her cheeks are flushed red from the commotion, and the slightly sour scent of anxiety rolls off her in waves thick enough to taste.
Bun reaches for her, but I shift her to my other side, patting her diapered behind again. She grunts and settles into her thumb-sucking with extra ferocity, looking particularly grumpy.
I inhale deeply, trying to place the old couple’s scent. There’s something... not quite human about it. Not shifter, exactly. More like... Owen.
Fenris agrees.
to recognize our lack of humanity, so it makes no sense for them
figure
blink as I accept their invitation. She doesn’t seem to think I’m capable of interacting
how you met, this should be obvious, Fenris mutters.
only made it harder. It’s our first time taking this rig out with
goes a little pale beside him, mouthing "family?" at him with wide
couple either doesn’t notice, or
dynamics, throws a fist in the air and roars, "FIRE!" before taking off, heading toward the old couple’s camper. The golden retriever bounds after
to tell by the way her hands flutter around and she spins between me, Jer, and the elderly couple, clearly uncertain if she should apologize, wait
couple just laugh, completely unperturbed by the chaos. "Let the child
She looks back at me, and I
Everything’s okay.
reason she just looks more distressed
considering your history of
Lay off, Fenris.
old lady continues, patting her husband’s arm as she beams. "We always make too much. Big fridge,
the sound pitched a little too high to be natural. Her eyes continue to dart between the
her, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her
even deeper flush spreads across her cheeks at the endearment, her eyes widening slightly. I’ve never called her that
human,
shoulder again. He must bruise
a little at her use of dear but
pet names. Mate
honey, babe, baby. These are your choices. And for the sake of all the gods above and
I’d never considered it, but
No.
frown a little, freezing the expression when Grace jerks again. Have to watch my face around her. Honey and baby are on the list, but not Muffin? How does
bother questioning me. You’d
up to Jer and Sadie with swift ease, and I return my attention to the now-stiff woman beside me. She looks almost panicked. If our lives depended on subterfuge... she
Cute.
need to work on
Luna and Queen,
once she
my mouth freezing as soon as I realize I am. Instead, I try to smile at my mate, who’s still staring at me with concern. What do you
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