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 hard line

us shimmers, and suddenly his wolf is there—the slightly-less-terrifying "dog"

head

in a rush of honey-colored fur, practically climbing

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

he reaches me, then sits up to plop his head into my lap in silent

murmur, scratching behind

stomps to

it possible for the great and

threshold. His shoulders tense before he whips back around, fixing each of the kids with his steel-gray

you sets foot outside while I’m gone. Unless

chorus, sounding mildly exasperated in the way only children

their obedience, Caine turns to

ridiculous. "I know how doors work, Caine. Just go

and Andrew go before closing the door and flipping

will do much if someone really wants in.

* * *

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

wake her up!" the boy

go potty. I’ll take her out. You guys stay

said—" Sara

her leash and open the

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

"Calm down, Sadie!"

dog obsessed. I loop the leash twice around my hand to keep

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

in, yanking back on

completely. Not even a glance in my direction. Her bark turns frantic, high-pitched yelps, sounding more like an

wrong about this dog. Would

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