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."

the phone. "So you need help after all, my

Caine snaps, his voice carrying that special strain of annoyance he reserves just for me. The one that means I’m right

clear my throat, switching 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. Every time I

temple. It’s like he’s here in the room with me, only better, because I don’t have to worry about him throwing

it

my wolf mutters, popping into my consciousness in a rare

get a team out there. How

or so

me the address so they know where

know

"I’ll figure it out."

I’m sure Dylan’s going to have to help Caine. It’s a sad sight to see a grizzled old wolf teaching the younger one how to use modern technology,

Send a healer, too. They’re

not kidnap

not leaving Lyre to deal with the

She’s stronger

spine straightens. "Seriously,

be an omega before the moon

the current generation of

returning to the conversation at hand. "Something’s going on. She can’t use her magic or some

"How did that happen?"

You know

acknowledgement. "Okay. I’ll figure it

if you can. How’s Grace

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

to the story.

to the pack, so I let

There’s no way that’s how the story really goes. "And how

do you mean, how? I

send up a prayer to the Moon Goddess to keep my king in her good graces. "Did they think she was your

I supposed to know?

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

"What, am I wrong?"

a flamethrower. "No, boss. Just saying, she probably wanted control

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 tries to skin

again. "Hmm.

One hundred percent. You know me; I

so hopefully my "help" will never come

thinking of

sign saying ’This is

can always say he’s there to

"You claimed the..."

the man? Let him dig his own grave. I have more important

that a problem,

Great idea. The best idea. You’re doing great, boss. Oh,

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