Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 157: Jack-Eye: Standoff

JACK-EYE

Waves of dominance brush against the SUV as we roll up to the boondocking spot. I kill the engine, but don’t move right away. I’m in no rush to jump into the shitstorm brewing outside.

Lyre and Caine stand about ten feet apart, locked in some kind of standoff. Her rainbow hair seems to catch non-existent wind while he’s rigid and ready to attack.

The pressure wave of their combined power crashes against the car windows.

"This is gonna be great," Andrew mutters. He’s getting pretty mouthy.

I grunt in response. The question is whose side I’m taking when things go nuclear. Loyalty says Caine, but my dick has other ideas, especially with Lyre’s ass so perfectly molded by her jeans.

Owen doesn’t hesitate. The car’s barely stopped when he flings the door open and takes off toward the RV, not even glancing at the supernatural pissing contest. His stride is long, purposeful—a man with his mind on one thing only.

He’s been impatiently waiting for us to get here, to the point of dragging Thom into the shower to wake him up with cold water. The concept of lazing about until five minutes before check-out was denied with a flat stare and a grunt.

"Priorities, huh." I watch him disappear inside, wondering how it feels to have kids to worry about.

I wonder what Lyre’s natural hair color is...

"Are we coming with you?" Andrew asks, interrupting my happy thoughts.

I sigh.

"Yeah."

Whatever Caine and Lyre are fighting about—

one way to

them, hands in pockets, forcing casual confidence. The air between

this for posterity," I call out,

a growl rumbling

eyes narrow dangerously. She’s not amused,

Wrong time. Message received.

voice is deadly quiet. Looks like Grace

alpha dominance doesn’t even faze her, which is is hotter than her ass in those jeans, but not as hot as her naked yesterday. "Sometimes you’re just going to have to butt out of a situation. That was one of

"Words are useful, Lyre."

wolf who knows how to use words." Her tone drips acid.

back. The man’s never been known for his patience for

he was calmer once. A long time

rainbow-haired witch looks up at the sky, pressing her lips together. For some reason, I

ceases to exist, settling the prickling hairs on

only worked because I wasn’t expecting it," Caine announces, finally

because Grace has calmed the man with whatever strange power she possesses, or if Caine’s actually respecting the woman

dare pressure her into telling you anything, either.

radiates off both of them in waves—Caine’s familiar, roiling and wolfish, pressing down like gravity, but Lyre’s... hers feels different.

throat, about to ask what the fuck they’re actually

dreamy voice cuts through the

His eyes are fixed on Lyre with abject devotion, and my stomach curdles at the

victims are nearby, and I struggle to keep my own in check. Letting out a little dominance

unless your name is

neutering wizards instead