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

voice carrying that special strain of annoyance he reserves just for me.

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

can perfectly picture him rubbing his forehead, a vein probably throbbing at his temple. It’s like he’s here in the room with

doesn’t do it often. Just

time, my wolf mutters, popping into my consciousness in a rare

I’ll get a team out there. How

or so should

me the address so they know where

you know how to

"I’ll figure it out."

to have to help Caine. It’s a sad sight to see a grizzled old wolf teaching the

boss. Send a healer, too. They’re in

not kidnap a

I’m not leaving

not? She’s

spine straightens.

again and you’ll be an omega

hates the current generation

conversation at hand. "Something’s going on. She can’t use her magic or some shit. It’ll be another half a

"How did that happen?"

You know

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

it if you can.

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

to the story. "What did you

to the pack, so I let our people know she

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

I told them she

the Moon Goddess to keep my

I supposed to know? I just

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

"What, am I wrong?"

but dancing on it. With a flamethrower. "No, boss. Just saying, she probably wanted control over it. You should have

comes to mind in an effort to save my own skin, and I send up an additional prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking

quiet again. "Hmm. You think

yeah. Totally. One hundred percent. You know

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

of

mean a literal sign saying ’This is my

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

"You claimed the..."

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

that a

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

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