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 the

the hard line of his jaw twitching

air between us shimmers, and suddenly his wolf is there—the slightly-less-terrifying "dog" version of him, anyway. And

swings his head toward Sadie and

the couch in a rush of

or Andrew. I’m more convinced than ever Sadie’s a shifter child who won’t return to her

with establishing his dominance, belly crawls under the dinette table until he reaches me, then sits up to plop his head into my lap in

scratching behind

to the door, and I swear the man

possible for the great and powerful

then hesitates at the threshold. His shoulders tense before he whips back around, fixing each of the kids with his

gone. Unless this thing catches on fire, you stay inside

three chorus, sounding mildly exasperated in

turns to

man’s ridiculous. "I know how doors work, Caine. Just

and Andrew go before closing the door and flipping the lock with an

someone really

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her. The growls evolve into high-pitched barks, and all the kids cover their ears.

going to wake her up!"

take

said—" Sara

leash and open the door. She bolts out, nearly

the leash as Fenris comes out with us. I close the door behind

"Calm down, Sadie!"

loop the leash twice around my hand to keep from losing it, trying to yank

each desperate bark coming out strained and phlegmy. We hit the

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

me completely. Not even a glance in my direction. Her bark turns frantic, high-pitched

this dog. Would a kid do

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