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

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

spare Dylan, perhaps send someone from home. We need bodies here. Every time I head back underground, the victims are left unguarded. Makes me feel a little

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

it

mutters, popping into my consciousness in a rare moment of

team out there. How many

or so

address so they know

know how to

"I’ll figure it out."

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, but Caine’s always been

Send a healer, too. They’re in bad

not kidnap

to keep them here? I’m not leaving Lyre to deal

She’s

straightens.

be an

current

throat, tactfully returning to the conversation at hand. "Something’s going on. She can’t use her magic or some shit. It’ll be another half a day

"How did that happen?"

idea. You know how

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

if you can. How’s

everything she asked and she still looks at

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

doesn’t want our relationship known to the pack, so I let our people know she

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

I

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

supposed to know?

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

"What, am I wrong?"

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

and I send

quiet again. "Hmm. You

One hundred percent. You know me; I

Then again, he’s never been the best at communicating, so hopefully my "help" will never come up, and I’ll never have to deal with the future

thinking of sending Fenris to

a literal sign saying ’This is my mate, don’t touch

the children. I can always say he’s there

"You claimed the..."

I even entertaining the man? Let

is that a

no. Not at all. Great idea. The best idea. You’re doing great, boss. Oh, no, my signal’s fading! Can you hear

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