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.

Fenris’s lip lifts in a soft

The whining ceases.

of his fingers against my skin sends another surge

interrupts, awkwardly sidling into the conversation, "have you looked

eyes seem more focused on the mere five inches between my shoulder and his than

me to his side. At least this time it doesn’t cause my brain or body to dive headfirst into

about the weather?" he

light-headed, my energy draining in a now-familiar way. I guess I haven’t recuperated enough

hand out of his, breathing out a soft sigh as my dizziness fades almost immediately. How long will it take before I can handle these casual touches?

of permanently flinching away from him makes my stomach twist, but I remind myself we’re working on it. I’ll

with an impassive face, 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

rainfall, flash flooding, the works. Temperature’s supposed to drop like twenty degrees and put us back at a normal

emergency’ and telling people to prepare for power outages." Andrew rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs. "The weird thing

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

a strange storm coming straight out of

I guess it

thoughtful as

says

seven tonight.

about one hundred twenty miles out, find a place for us to stay with a structure that can withstand tornados. Another large parking lot should do; we can run

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

didn’t say anything about

strange as the last one. Both of you, use the bathroom. We aren’t stopping this time, even if