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.

and Fenris’s lip lifts in a soft

The whining ceases.

eyes. The faintest touch of his fingers against my skin sends another surge of energy his way. "You

interrupts, awkwardly sidling into the

at Andrew, but his eyes seem more focused on the mere five inches between my shoulder and his than the

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

the weather?" he

now-familiar way. I guess I haven’t recuperated enough arcana to make

breathing out a soft sigh as my dizziness fades almost immediately. How long will it take before I can handle these casual touches? A week? A month?

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

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 all in like this

the works. Temperature’s supposed to drop like twenty degrees and put us

for power outages." Andrew rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs. "The weird thing is it came out of

A storm system that big doesn’t

we just had a strange storm coming straight out

guess

looking thoughtful as he stares

find shelter," he says finally. "When is it supposed

tonight.

drive. Grace, look 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

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

"Andrew didn’t say

one. Both of you,