Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 178: Grace: Strange Notification

Caine’s calm demeanor is impressive as he tells Andrew to close the door behind him.

He does as ordered, awkwardly standing in the hall as the Lycan King orders children around like an expert babysitter. Or maybe he’s just indiscriminately used to ordering people around.

"Sara, stop screaming and get a towel to clean the floor. Jer, put her cup in the sink to be washed. Ron, take Bun and feed her some snacks to calm her down. Fenris, keep the damn dog quiet."

From chaos to order in only fifteen seconds.

It isn’t hard to figure out what happened. Bun must have opened her cup, probably all over the cat. It explains the demon-yowl.

"Shouldn’t we dry off the cat?" Sara asks, plopping a towel over the water puddle.

"No. It might scratch you if you try." Caine hands Bun off to her older brother and motions for me to come closer.

A little confused, I stand obediently in front of him as he narrows his eyes at my face. "Your eyes are red."

I frown. "A polite person wouldn’t mention it."

He seems startled, jerking his head back a little. "You think I’m polite?"

"No, because if you were, you wouldn’t have mentioned it."

"Ah." He seems a little disappointed, and Fenris huffs from where he’s laying on top of Sadie, pinning her to the floor.

The golden retriever’s eyes are wide enough to see the whites around them, and Jer looks like he’s itching to save her from the predicament.

whines, and Fenris’s lip lifts in a soft

The whining ceases.

hair out of my eyes. The faintest touch of his fingers against my skin sends another surge of energy

into the conversation,

focused on the mere five inches between my

hand and yanks me to his side. At least this time it doesn’t cause my brain

about the

his skin leaves me light-headed, my energy draining in a now-familiar way. I guess I haven’t recuperated enough arcana to

fades almost immediately. How long

flinching away from him makes my stomach twist, but

and I wonder how he manages to be so calm in the midst of all the insanity to hit us. He’s just taking it all in

later tonight—record rainfall, flash flooding, the works. Temperature’s supposed to drop

a ’weather emergency’ and telling people to prepare for power outages." Andrew rubs the back of his neck,

blink, trying to process what he’s saying. A storm system that big doesn’t just appear. There’s satellite imaging,

just had a strange storm

I guess

rubs along his jaw, looking thoughtful as he stares

need to find shelter," he says finally.

seven tonight. Maybe

a structure that can withstand tornados. Another large parking lot should do; we can run the

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

scoffs. "Andrew didn’t

be as strange as the last one. Both of