Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

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—"

go get

at his forehead, the hard line of his jaw twitching beneath his stubble.

suddenly his wolf is there—the slightly-less-terrifying "dog" version of him, anyway. And the first

head toward Sadie and

golden retriever friendliness until now—yelps and leaps onto the couch in a rush

of Caine or Andrew. I’m more convinced than ever

dominance, belly crawls under the dinette table until he reaches me, then sits

I murmur, scratching behind his soft

table and stomps to the door,

the great and

the door open, then hesitates at the threshold. His shoulders tense before he whips back

of you sets foot outside while I’m gone. Unless this thing catches on fire, you

exasperated in the way only children

turns to

man’s ridiculous. "I know how doors

jaw clenches, but he turns and walks out. I follow, watching him and Andrew

lock will do much if someone really wants in.

* * *

snarls don’t faze her. The growls evolve into high-pitched barks, and all the kids cover their ears. The noise makes Bun stir in Ron’s

her up!" the boy

probably needs to go potty. I’ll take her out.

Caine said—"

barks again, and I snap on her leash and open the door. She bolts out,

us. I close the door behind him, and Sadie yanks so

"Calm down, Sadie!"

drags me across the asphalt like a dog obsessed. I loop the leash twice around my hand to

out strained and phlegmy. We hit the grass,

in, yanking back on the leash. "Just potty here. Right

bark turns frantic, high-pitched yelps, sounding more like an alarm than

I was completely wrong about this dog. Would a kid do

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