Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Jack-Eye: The Old Ways

JACK-EYE

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I stare at the screen to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

But no, the display is very clear, announcing I’ve been on the phone with contact "King Dumbass" for forty-seven seconds.

There’s only one "King Dumbass" in my contact list, and he’s thankfully oblivious to what I’ve named him. It changes every so often. For a few months he was Alpha Shitface, until Caine happened to see a message thread and asked who it was. Still can’t remember what lie I pulled out of my ass that day, but it worked.

It’s a perk of being best friends; you can name your boss whatever you want and probably survive when he finds out because he’s so sick of your bullshit he’ll just let it slide.

"I’m sorry, say that again, boss?"

Caine’s irritation is palpable even in the slightly staticky silence. "I said we’re putting together a forum to listen to their goddamn complaints."

Okay, that’s what I thought he said.

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Without me?"

Sigh. "Yes."

When I pull the phone away from my ear again, it still declares I’m on the line with "King Dumbass".

"Who’s helping you?" I ask suspiciously, because there’s no way Caine’s capable of the amount of patience this kind of thing requires.

"Do you think I’m incapable of gathering a few wolves and listening to what they have to say?" he snaps, and I nod vehemently, wishing he could see me.

"Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying."

Silence for about two-point-three seconds, then, "I’m going to kill you."

"No, you’re not. You’re too dependent on my pretty face and you have no idea how to add appointments to your calendar app."

Silence again. "Why the hell are you even calling?"

Ah.

Right.

"Just updating you. Doesn’t look like we have signal down in the tunnels, still haven’t seen even the tip of Halloway’s tail, but we’ve rescued about thirty-five shifters. I know you’re busy there in Blue Mountain, but I think you should send Dylan up here."

Caine grunts. "Fiddleback isn’t a large pack. The territory can be absorbed by their neighbors."

"Agreed, but the problem is the mess they’ve left behind. I’m not sure what a neighboring alpha might walk into, and we don’t need them following Halloway’s footsteps."

Another grunt. "Not Dylan. He’s helping me with the forum."

into the phone. "So you need help

carrying that special strain of annoyance he reserves just for me. The one that means I’m

to a more professional tone. No need to antagonize him further when I need something. "If you can’t spare Dylan, perhaps send someone from home. We need bodies here.

in the room with me, only better, because I don’t have to worry about him throwing a punch when I inevitably say

doesn’t do it often. Just

my wolf mutters, popping into my consciousness in a rare moment of

a team out there. How many do

so should be

Forward me the address so

know how

"I’ll figure it out."

to see a grizzled old wolf teaching the younger one

boss. Send a healer,

kidnap

not leaving Lyre to deal with the tunnels

not? She’s stronger

spine straightens.

bro again and you’ll be an

hates the current generation of

on. She can’t use her magic or some shit.

"How did that happen?"

You know how

a soft sound of acknowledgement. "Okay. I’ll figure it out on my

if you

sour. "Don’t even ask. I did everything she asked and she still

more to the story. "What did you

relationship known to the pack, so I

a little, warning bells going off in my head. There’s no way that’s how the

do you mean, how? I told them she isn’t my

to keep my king in her good graces. "Did they think she was your

supposed to know? I just made

horrible, but painfully true-to-character sense. "Maybe don’t be

"What, am I wrong?"

ice, but dancing on it. With a flamethrower. "No,

to mind in an effort to save my own skin, and I send up

again. "Hmm. You think

percent. You know me; I

hopefully my "help" will never come up, and I’ll never have

was thinking of sending Fenris to

’This

sighs. "I claimed the children. I can always say he’s

"You claimed the..."

the hell am I even entertaining the man? Let him dig his own grave.

that a

Great idea. The best idea. You’re doing great, boss. Oh, no, my signal’s fading! Can you hear me?

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