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 should rest

awkwardly sidling into the

more focused on the mere five inches between my shoulder and

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

the weather?"

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

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

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

so calm in

in. They’re saying it will hit later tonight—record rainfall, flash flooding, the works. Temperature’s supposed to drop like

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

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

storm coming straight out of

guess it

thoughtful as he stares over Andrew’s

he says finally. "When is it supposed to

seven tonight. Maybe

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

"Tornados?" Sara squeaks.

didn’t say anything

the last one. Both of you,