Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Grace: Not Wolf Enough For Him

"Is something wrong?" Caine asks, and I shake my head immediately, swiping the notification away.

He shouldn’t be able to see it, but I’d rather avoid situations where I have to outright lie to him.

"Nothing, just an annoying notification. I’m looking now."

I pull up the map on my phone, pinching and zooming while everyone bustles around me. Sara zips around gathering toys for Bun, Jer searches for his missing shoe, and Ron’s already standing by the door with Bun, who’s got her hands filled with carrot sticks.

It takes under three minutes to find exactly what we need. I zoom in on the blue dot marking our salvation.

"There’s another Walmart about one hundred seventy-four miles away," I announce, turning my phone to show Caine. "They’ve got a massive parking lot, and it’s right off the highway. No rivers in sight, so hopefully no flooding, either."

Caine stares at the screen with a frown. "Another Walmart? Why is it always Walmart?"

I shrug. "Lyre says they’re the best choice for overnight parking. They don’t hassle RVs. Well, most of the time."

He grunts. "She would know best, I guess."

"She’s lived in that camper for god knows how long. So yeah." I zoom in further, showing him the satellite view. "I was going to look for a truck stop with hookups, but this is better because we need to get cat supplies, too."

"Good call."

His approval sends a flutter through my chest. Being useful is such a nice feeling.

"Andrew, pull up the directions." Caine hands his phone to the other man without skipping a beat.

He takes it, his expression unreadable. "Sure thing."

The next ten minutes are a flurry of activity—securing the cabinets we opened, tucking away loose items from play, and washing the dishes we’d used. It’s now our third time doing this, and we’ve found a bit of a rhythm to our chaos.

Everyone knows what to do, and it makes a big difference. Well, that and we didn’t exactly camp out like we were expecting to stay here.

who?" Ron asks. "Same as

make the call. It’s

where the cat’s still locked in the bathroom. "I’ll take the cat with us. Sadie can go with Caine and

"That works. Sara, Jer,

the dog!" Jer protests, his bottom

argument. "The cat stays with us, and Sadie will

who knows what havoc it might cause. Having an adult pair of hands to wrangle it

to Caine. "Got these on my way back.

talkie

he explains. "Better than nothing if our phones die in

guarantee the walkie talkies

clears his

fills the camper. I do one final sweep, making sure we haven’t forgotten anything essential, then scoop up the soaking wet cat out of the bathroom, where it’s hidden itself behind

* * *

to life. "We’re pulling out now," Caine’s voice comes through,

grabs it and says,

feel like they’re two boys playing with

he comments, keeping his

"Better than what?"

pretty pale, but there’s some

in surprise. "Oh. I guess I was just a little

"Hmm."

kneading its paws against my thighs before settling into a tight, if still oversized, ball. Its fur feels impossibly soft under my fingers. I stroke along its spine, and a rumbling

strange little thing, aren’t

but it doesn’t

it’s not just a cat, just like I’m

Sara and Jer have their heads tilted toward each other, both leaning against

smile and pull out my phone, snapping a quick picture of

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