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—"

And go get the

the hard line of his jaw twitching beneath

there—the slightly-less-terrifying "dog" version of him, anyway.

swings his head toward

couch in a

Caine or Andrew. I’m more convinced than ever Sadie’s a shifter

meanwhile, apparently satisfied with establishing his dominance, belly crawls under the dinette table until he reaches me, then sits up to plop his head into

scratching

keys off the table and stomps to the door, and I swear the man

the great and powerful Lycan King to sulk? Because—he

His shoulders tense before

while I’m gone. Unless this thing catches on

sounding mildly exasperated in the way only

obedience, Caine turns to me. "Lock the door

ridiculous. "I know

and walks out. I follow, watching him and Andrew go

if someone really wants in. Fenris is the real

* * *

minutes after they leave, Sadie won’t stop pacing by the door and growling. Even Fenris’s snarls don’t faze her. The growls evolve into high-pitched barks, and all the kids cover

wake her

take her out.

said—"

snap on her leash and open the

as Fenris comes out with us. I close the door behind him, and Sadie yanks so hard she’s choking herself

"Calm down, Sadie!"

obsessed. I loop the leash twice around my hand to keep from losing it, trying to yank her back.

just keeps choking herself against her collar, each desperate bark coming out strained and phlegmy. We hit the grass, and

dig my heels in, yanking back on the leash. "Just

glance in my direction. Her bark turns frantic, high-pitched yelps, sounding more like

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

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