Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 213

213 Grace: RRW

“The children are our biggest concern.”

The midday sun beats down on us as we walk. Blue Mountain territory looks exactly as I remember it, and it makes my heart feel a little sweet and sour. Bad or good, these are memories of an entire six years of my life. It wasn’t all terrible, so it’s hard to cut all emotional ties to this place.

“See?” Jer nods vigorously. “Like a pancake”

My head hurts just thinking about it.

Jer snorts, not moving his attention from the TV. “Don’t worry. Caine will flatten him like a pancake if he hurts us. He’s our dad, remember?”

Ten minutes later, the kids are in front of the TV re–watching a movie about a blocky world, Jer is dressed in clean clothes, even if they’re a size too large, and

Randall–Raymond–Whoever hasn’t even said a word about her bunny ears and cat whiskers coming and going.

My smile feels plastic as I call out, “Kids, be nice to Mr. Randy. I’ll be back in a little while with clean clothes.”

“It’s fine, ma’am.”

“I’m here to keep you safe-‘

”

I must look like some bizarre Disney princess with my animal entourage–if Disney princesses wore jeans a size too small and borrowed t–shirts.

“Be super nice to Mr. Raymond while I’m gone, okay?”

“Of course.” Does he think they’re kept separately from the other laundry?

Sara, on the other hand, looks at Randy with caution, her red eyes slightly narrowed. “Is he going to kill us if you leave?”

The animals dance around, just beyond my reach. My shoulders already ache from the weight of the backpack. I haven’t even started walking yet.

“There’s nothing wrong with doing a load of laundry.”

15:03

213 Grace: RRW

Sadie and the cat follow behind me like I’ve been training them for years as I set off down the street. The laundromat is about a mile

away.

“Randy.” He sounds especially polite as he corrects me again, and I pause for a second. “No, thank you.” It isn’t like the offer isn’t tempting, but I don’t need some random Lycan breathing down my neck while I try to hunt down a mysterious artifact in the local laundromat.

““”

Then again, Randy’s just a Lycan, not the Lycan King.

RRW looks hesitant, and I have the feeling he’s talking to Caine from inside his head.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Randall.” My apology is sincere, though my attention is a little spotty as I haul the straps of the first backpack over my shoulders. There are two more, all stuffed to their zippers‘ max capacities.

If I make it there.

The Lycan clears his throat. “It’s Randy, ma’am.”

Wow.

My presence is no longer necessary, so I slip toward the door while they’re distracted, grabbing the last two laundry–laden backpacks. Right when I make it down the steps and turn to close the door, Sadie bounds past me, tongue lolling happily, followed by the giant white cat.

Once these missions are done, I’m leaving. Though I should probably ask Caine why Once these missions are done, I’m leaving. T the Lycans are still here and how long he needs to stay…

Seriously; it isn’t like I haven’t been there before. There’s nothing in that building to warrant the label of ‘artifact‘.

We haven’t really discussed the future properly. We’ve somehow agreed to co–parent a bunch of adopted children together, but what about the logistics? Where are we going to live? How is this going to work?

It isn’t like the random someone can do my laundry and my mission.

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