Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Grace: RRW

Randall or Raymond or whatever his name is wades into the chaos like Super Nanny, unfazed even when I explain the laundry fiasco to him.

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.

He acts like this is just a normal Monday, and even politely offers to have someone do the laundry for me. But I shake my head, cognizant of my phone burning a hole in my pocket.

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

"I’m fine. I’ll go on my own."

Randall-Raymond-Whoever frowns. "High Alpha wouldn’t be pleased—"

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

"I’m here to keep you safe—"

"The children are our biggest concern."

"If you’ll wait a moment, I can call someone—"

"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.

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

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

In the wise words of someone, somewhere, sometime, it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. So I paste on my sunniest smile and clap my hands at the kids.

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

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

"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.

"Randy." He sounds especially polite as he corrects me again, and I pause for a second.

"Right. Randy. Sorry again."

"It’s fine, ma’am."

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."

Jer spins around from the TV, his dark curls bouncing as he pins me with a particularly intense stare. "You’ll remember to wash my underwear, right?"

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

"Cool." He turns back to the blocky movie without another word.

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

"Of course not." My jaw would drop, but I’m already a little used to her doomsday scenarios when it comes to the Lycans. I’m surprised she isn’t clutching her metaphorical pearls and moaning about being doomed like she did when Caine came around.

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

"Uh-huh," she says, clearly unconvinced by this ridiculous family cosplay we’ve got going. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"See?" Jer nods vigorously. "Like a pancake."

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