Only because Lyre threatened to lock you out of her home if you didn't,Fenris huffs.You can't keep treating humans like this if you want Grace to like you.
Shedoeslike me. This fact is now established. Granted, she liked me a little too much and fainted afterward…
I check my phone again, a growl building in my throat. Nothing. The screen remains stubbornly blank, no new messages from Lyre.
Ten minutes. Ten goddamn minutes since her last update.
She said Grace is stable. You heard the doctor yourself.
"I don't trust them," I mutter, pacing outside this gas station conveniently located across the street from the hospital. They want me one hundred feet away, which is fine… but I'm not going any farther. "How hard is it to send a text?"
She's ignoring you. Stop demanding updates every five minutes. She has better things to do, like actually watching over Grace.
I grit my teeth over the annoying truth of his words. "Don't start."
Maybe he's right, though. Five minutes might be extreme. Ten minutes should be fine, though.
I wasn't the one who threatened to disembowel the nurse for asking you to fill out paperwork.
My eyebrows snap together. "He was keeping me from Grace. Her IV was pulling at her skin—"
He was doing his job. And Lyre fixed the IV.
The rainbow-haired enigma had even slapped my hand away again, telling me in no uncertain terms to stay away from Grace.That'swhen it all started. The humans had given me strange looks.
Fine. Maybe he's right about the one instance, but the rest...
You mean the doctor you pinned against the wall?
"He told us to leave."
What about the nurse you yelled at for asking you to lower your voice?
"She was disrespectful."
I squeeze the bridge of my nose with a sigh. When Fenris mentions all the incidents at once like this, itdoesmake me sound a little out of control. Not as much as normal, but my mind has enough clarity today to recognize what he's trying to say.
What about the receptionist you made cry when she couldn't access Grace's file immediately?
I bare my teeth. "Are you keeping a fucking list?"
Someone should.
I growl. A nearby woman clutching a coffee cup flinches, scurrying to her car and slamming the door shut.
My phone's still silent, even after listening to Fenris list my transgressions. Like he's some sort of priest instead of an equally hot-headed wolf.
This isn't about me. It's about you.
"What the hell does that mean?" I snarl, trying to keep it a little quieter than normal. These humans find talking to yourself strange, despite it being a common occurrence on pack grounds.
Another reason humans aren't a great choice of mate.
Not my Grace, though. She's comfortable with wolves.
You're afraid,Fenris points out, ruining the small surge of pride and affection coursing through me over the thought of Grace's acceptance of wolf culture.
"I'm not—"
