Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Jack-Eye: Standoff

JACK-EYE

Waves of dominance brush against the SUV as we roll up to the boondocking spot. I kill the engine, but don’t move right away. I’m in no rush to jump into the shitstorm brewing outside.

Lyre and Caine stand about ten feet apart, locked in some kind of standoff. Her rainbow hair seems to catch non-existent wind while he’s rigid and ready to attack.

The pressure wave of their combined power crashes against the car windows.

"This is gonna be great," Andrew mutters. He’s getting pretty mouthy.

I grunt in response. The question is whose side I’m taking when things go nuclear. Loyalty says Caine, but my dick has other ideas, especially with Lyre’s ass so perfectly molded by her jeans.

Owen doesn’t hesitate. The car’s barely stopped when he flings the door open and takes off toward the RV, not even glancing at the supernatural pissing contest. His stride is long, purposeful—a man with his mind on one thing only.

He’s been impatiently waiting for us to get here, to the point of dragging Thom into the shower to wake him up with cold water. The concept of lazing about until five minutes before check-out was denied with a flat stare and a grunt.

"Priorities, huh." I watch him disappear inside, wondering how it feels to have kids to worry about.

I wonder what Lyre’s natural hair color is...

"Are we coming with you?" Andrew asks, interrupting my happy thoughts.

I sigh.

"Yeah."

Whatever Caine and Lyre are fighting about—

Only one way to find out.

I push open the driver’s door and saunter toward them, hands in pockets, forcing casual confidence. The air between them practically sizzles, making my skin prickle.

"Should I be recording this for posterity," I call out, "or are we settling things wolf-style in the dirt?"

Caine’s head snaps toward me, a growl rumbling from his chest. He’s not amused.

Lyre’s slitted eyes narrow dangerously. She’s not amused, either.

Wrong time. Message received.

"You don’t get between me and my mate again. Ever." My friend’s voice is deadly quiet. Looks like Grace was in the center of it again. No surprise there; Caine seems to lose his mind over the girl.

Lyre crosses her arms with a sigh. His alpha dominance doesn’t even faze her, which is is hotter than her ass in those jeans, but not as hot as her naked yesterday. "Sometimes you’re just going to have to butt out of a situation. That was one of them."

"Words are useful, Lyre."

"Wow, a wolf who knows how to use words." Her tone drips acid. "Sorry, I didn’t realize."

Caine responds with another growl, and I’m impressed he’s holding back. The man’s never been known for his patience for disrespect.

Granted, he was calmer once. A long time ago.

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