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."

smirk into the phone. "So you need

of annoyance he reserves just for me. The one

further when I need something. "If you can’t spare Dylan, perhaps send someone from home. We need bodies here. Every time I head back underground,

I can perfectly picture him rubbing his forehead, a vein probably throbbing at his temple. It’s like he’s here in the room with me, only better, because I don’t have to worry about him throwing a punch

doesn’t do it often. Just

popping

get a team out there. How many

so

me the address so they know

you know how

"I’ll figure it out."

have to help Caine. It’s a sad sight to see a grizzled old wolf teaching the younger one how to use modern

Send a healer, too. They’re in

not kidnap

how am I going to keep them here? I’m not leaving

not? She’s stronger than

spine straightens.

be

hates the current generation of

hand. "Something’s going on. She can’t use her magic

"How did that happen?"

know how she

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

if you can. How’s Grace

asked and she still looks at me like I’m some sort of

I feel like there’s more to the story. "What

to the pack, so I let

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

mean, how? I told them she

to the Moon Goddess to keep my king in

to know? I

make sense. Sad, horrible, but painfully true-to-character

"What, am I wrong?"

only on thin ice, but dancing on it. With a flamethrower. "No, boss. Just saying,

saying whatever bullshit comes to mind in an effort to save my own skin, and I send up an additional prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking her to intervene if Grace

again.

hundred percent. You know me; I know

Then again, he’s never been the best at communicating, so hopefully my "help"

was thinking of sending Fenris

sign saying ’This is

I can always say

"You claimed the..."

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

is that

You’re doing great, boss.

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