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.

lip lifts in a

The whining ceases.

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

Andrew interrupts, awkwardly sidling into the conversation, "have

more focused on the mere five inches between

this time it doesn’t cause my brain or body to

about the

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

as my dizziness fades almost immediately. How long

my stomach twist, but I remind myself we’re working on it.

I wonder how he manages to be so calm in the midst of all the insanity to hit us.

rainfall, flash flooding, the works. Temperature’s supposed to drop like twenty degrees and put

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

A storm system that big doesn’t just

just had a strange storm coming straight

I guess it

rubs along his jaw, looking thoughtful as

to find shelter," he says finally. "When

tonight. Maybe

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 the children into the store

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

scoffs. "Andrew didn’t say

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