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

The whining ceases.

his hand to my face, brushing hair out of my eyes. The faintest touch of his fingers against my skin sends another surge of energy his way.

sidling into the conversation, "have you looked at the

at Andrew, but his eyes seem more focused on the mere five

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

about the

energy draining in a now-familiar way.

my dizziness fades almost immediately. How long will it take before I can handle these casual

permanently flinching away from him makes my stomach twist, but I remind myself we’re

gaze with an impassive face, and I wonder how he manages to be so calm in the midst of all the insanity

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

telling people to prepare for power outages." Andrew rubs the back of his neck, then shrugs. "The weird thing is it came out of nowhere. No

blink, trying to process what he’s saying. A storm system that big

storm coming straight out of

I guess it

along his jaw, looking thoughtful

shelter," he says finally. "When is

seven tonight. Maybe

we have a few hours to drive. Grace, look about one hundred twenty miles out, find a place for us to stay with a structure that can withstand tornados.

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

scoffs. "Andrew didn’t say

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