Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Grace: Commando

One tiny jar of applesauce can make an enormous mess.

It’s bathed half the living room, the ceiling, a toddler, and a dog. The cat, miraculously, escaped. Jer and Sara were lucky enough to be on the far side of the room.

One awkward water-conserving shower later is when I realize no one’s kept up with the laundry.

Bun has no clean clothes. Zero. Zilch. She’s now running around naked with a diapered bottom, Ron’s missing, and I’m out of underwear.

"Where’s Ron?"

"Outside," Jer says, fiddling with the TV remote. Now that we’re hooked up to electricity, the RV has full wi-fi access via something-or-another and they’re browsing the TV, arguing on the merits of turtles with access to samurai swords versus kids bitten by radioactive spiders and acquiring superhuman prowess.

"Why is he outside?" I ask sharply, even though it feels a little weird to be upset with a kid barely younger than me. How am I supposed to discipline him? Bend him over my knee and spank him? Yeah, right.

But still, he shouldn’t be outside—

"He’s talking to Caine," Sara continues, snatching the remote from Jer.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"No way."

I peer through the window to check and sure enough, Ron’s sitting on the camper steps. Caine’s in front of him, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. Is he berating the teenager?

Seems like it.

My first instinct is to bolt outside. Whatever’s happening between them, Ron shouldn’t be facing Caine alone. He might be tall and overly responsible, but he’s still just a kid.

Then an air conditioning-propulsed breeze hits my legs, and I remember my current predicament. No underwear, which is not exactly prime intervention attire.

It’s amazing how much confidence a pair of panties can bring your way. Try walking around in public without them.

If it doesn’t feel any different, kudos to you, but me? I feel naked.

"Jer, Sara, keep an eye on Bun for a second," I call over my shoulder, not waiting for their response.

"We’re busy!" Jer protests, still wrestling with Sara over the remote.

"She’s eating paper," Sara adds casually, not even looking at the toddler.

I whip around to see Bun happily shredding what appears to be tissues, as evidenced by the bright green Kleenex box beside her.

Damn.

"Come on, guys. Watch her. Just—don’t let her choke, okay? Two minutes."

they chorus

me, desperate to find my last bit of undergarment

whine from the bathroom

I mutter. Sadie. I’d

her tail. The bathroom now reeks of wet dog and artificial apples, which is not

girl," I call through the door. "As soon as I find some

I may not be a professional dog trainer, but this whine definitely

I know. It’s not my fault Bun decided to use applesauce as a projectile weapon. Give me a bit and I’ll take you outside

underwear. My last clean pair is

reached crisis levels, and I had no

of the

can I accrue in a day? I’m probably going to end up

and what appears to be something made

and hair dye, but we

slam the final drawer shut with a groan. The few drawers I’ve stolen as my own are nearing levels of apocalyptic—in other words,

to go

clean jeans, which are a size too small and give me serious muffin top syndrome, tug at the crotch area a few times,

underwear. There’s probably a metaphor for my life somewhere in that. And it’s unlikely to

if he can smell the absence of panties. I sure as hell hope

make

open the bathroom door. Sadie looks up at me with betrayed eyes, her golden fur still damp thanks to the

Let’s go outside and

Her tail droops.

* * *

"Ouch!"

the door wide enough to crack against the unlucky someone

scowling at me, one hand rubbing the back of his head

"Sorry..."

oblivious to the chaos she’s caused, bounds down the camper steps and side-steps

dog has issues," Ron mutters, dropping his hand

behaves like she’s mine, even if she technically belonged to

or I’ve left two dead old people to be discovered by some

life is weird these

know him well enough now to read the tension in his shoulders. He’s

on his

at the unconscious Lycan several feet away and bring up the most pressing issue at hand. "Can you take

Instead, his gaze locks onto mine with laser focus, his expression hardening.

I’m not

hiding anything—I’m not,

Well, let’s be honest.

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