Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 12: Caine: She's Not Mine

CAINE

My wolf's glower burns into my back as I finish tying his little human obsession's hands together.

"Will you stop that? I'm not going to hurt her." Not yet, anyway. Or maybe ever.

"She was running away."

"Yes, and isn't that interesting?" Grunting, I push myself off the ground, stretching my back. My entire body's sore from sparring, and I just had to chase my wolf's little rabbit through the woods for no reason at all.

I wasn't even trying to scare her. She just ran for no reason.

Fenris scoffs. "You know what effect you have on others. You should have treated her more gently. She's going to hurt when she wakes up."

One little tackle to the ground and she even lost consciousness. She's pathetically weak, and the faint prick of guilt against my conscience is unwelcome. "Not my problem, Fenris. We agreed you would stay away from her until I finished my investigation."

To his credit, Fenris doesn't argue, instead padding over to rub his head all over the human girl.

Her obnoxious blueberry muffin scent wafts through the air, and I grimace. It's mixed with the scent of other wolves; one stands out stronger than the rest. My skin crawls and tightens, and I tell myself it's because human scents should never mix with wolves. "We'll have to find a place to put her until tomorrow."

A distinct sense of disapproval emanates from my bond with Fenris, but I ignore it.

"Just keep her with us. Is that so hard?"

"Stop it. You know the restrictions. I'm only here to investigate why they hid her existence and brought a human into a Mate Hunt. This is Bran's second time flaunting law."

Fenris scoffs. "You would be hard-pressed to find a pack who hasn't broken this one. Humans are historically desirable."

"Humans are weak, and bringing them into any pack is considered kidnapping under international laws—"

"Only if they don't like it."

My eyes narrow as I stare down my wolf. "This investigation will proceed lawfully. Get your obsession under control, Fenris. Humans only bring trouble to a pack. And stop marking her." My voice comes out rougher than intended as Fenris continues rubbing his massive head over the girl's unconscious form. "You're acting like a pup with a new toy."

"Her scent is tainted with other wolves."

like rotten blood in my mouth as I get another whiff of the foreign wolf scents clinging

"Make me."

Nauseatingly sweet. Artificial. Wrong. My body responds anyway,

my boot.

"Gentle," Fenris growls.

curl into fists as another wave of that possessive wolf scent hits

"Now who's obsessing?"

and warm. I have to ignore how perfect her body

it too. There's only one

tattoos burn with warning. "She's nothing but a legal headache. Focus on the

always something missing inside of me when he manifests into

mine. Her curves press into my shoulder, soft and warm. Blood rushes south with

"Fuck."

trouble? Fenris's smug satisfaction bleeds through our

"Shut up."

jaw clenches, and I use my other hand to stabilize her at the waist. And if a few of my fingers dig a little lower, into the soft flesh of her ass—it's an unavoidable accident, that's

always carry her

"Not happening."

Though I must say,

she's out here. For all

my skull. She's been outcasted. Can't you see she's the

slides against mine again. I adjust my grip, sliding my hand a little higher up her thigh. It's just to keep

stretches,

they have a claim on her. His voice turns

finally bleeding out. "What do you

matter.

voice is far too comforting, making me almost feel like he's right. Like he's brainwashing me with his determination. "This obsession of yours is

Is it?

"Yes."

her to the wolf who's laid his claim

scent coating her body. She's saturated in it. There's