Page 56 of Grace of a Wolf 2
My throat closes up, the words dying there. The thought of Grace scared, hurt, or worse makes my chest feel like it's being crushed in a vice.
A new voice enters the conversation.
"Um... High Alpha? Can I see the map?"
It's Andrew. Both he and Thom have been silent in the backseat, and I almost forgot either of them existed.
"Who's that?" Jack-Eye asks.
"Sorry, sir. This is Andrew speaking. The map. I think—High Alpha, can you just let me see your phone for a second?"
I grunt, tossing it in the backseat. My beta's voice is distant now as he says, "Whose phone? What's happening?"
Not even thirty seconds later, the Blue Mountain brat says, "Oh, I see. The Lycan Beta must be looking at an old map. There's been construction in this area—they renamed the streets."
Andrew's eminently reasonable words cause my shoulders to roll back and my spine to straighten. I blast the smug feeling in Fenris's general mental direction.
He scoffs.
"That's impossible," Jack-Eye protests. "My app is up to date."
"It just means the maps haven't been updated yet," Thom pipes up, though his voice shakes a little. "If you look at the street view data, it's from almost four years ago."
"There's an updated map on the city website," Andrew agrees.
Silence falls over the line.
"Well, shit," my beta mutters.
"Bruce Street," I say through gritted teeth. "It used to be Spruce Avenue. Now it's Bruce Street."
"I guess so, High Alpha. My apologies."
I swallow my rage and put the car back in drive. "So which way on Bruce Street?"
Lyre's laughter echoes faintly from the speaker. "I can't believe I'm surrounded by alleged apex predators who can't follow basic directions."
"Just give us the fucking address, then."
"No."
"Thom," I snap, "Just tell her to give us the address."
The wizard squeaks from the backseat. "M-me? I c-can't…"
"Hold on, I'm trying to look up the updated map," Jack-Eye says, sounding almost frantic.
Andrew sighs. "I'll send a text to you, Lycan Beta. Just click on the link, and we'll get it figured it out on our end."
"A link?"
"It'll enable location sharing. It takes two seconds, and it'll be easier to find you that way."
"Wait, really? You can share your—oh, it's here. Okay. I'm clicking. There we go, and… is it working?"
"Yes," the Blue Mountain pup says, sounding both patient and bored. "High Alpha, go right at the next intersection."
I pull back onto the road. "Tell that infernal woman if she doesn't share the destination in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to—"
