Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 25

Chapter 24: Caine: Can I Have My Hand Back?

CAINE

The girl’s wrist is so thin and fragile, I’m reasonably certain it would break under the pressure of lifting a gallon of milk.

She’s not that weak.

The bruises on her skin say otherwise, perfectly spaced. Four fingers and a thumb.

Hmm. How many fingers does a Luna need? She can probably get by with none. In fact, the Blue Mountain Pack has gone years without a Luna; I’m sure they would be just fine without one now...

Oh? Fenris perks up, his mental presence a little stronger. Are we killing her, then?

It’s a tempting thought.

I take a deep breath of blueberry muffin-scented air, recalling the unknown scent all over her when we first met. My upper lip curls back in a snarl. Better to keep that vicious little Luna alive; she’ll keep her mate in line.

Fenris hums in the back of my head. Good idea. Or we can kill both of them? His hopeful question is another temptation, but it would only bring forth more headaches in the long run.

At least without cause.

"Um..." The girl’s sweet voice interrupts my vengeful train of thought. "...Caine?"

"Yes?"

"Can I have my hand back?"

"No." She always seems to be asking for things back, a surprisingly irritating trait.

me a

the couch. She still smells fearful, but not enough to overpower her ever-present muffin fragrance. Still, judging by the way

I grab her left hand, checking that wrist over. There’s a small bruise, but she seems able to

don’t miss how she jumps when I

so scared? I’m not

still doesn’t meet my gaze. My fingers still circle her delicate wrist, monitoring her pulse as it beats

quickly. "Oh. You’re not being

intention of eating you." This assurance should be

amusement is overpowering through our bond. You’re trying to

him, I focus instead on the way her pulse jumps when I brush my thumb across the tender skin of her inner wrist. The sight of her bruises sets my teeth

away again. She shifts on the couch, drawing back slightly, but I have no intention of letting her move further away. As soon as

"Yes, I did."

as she stares at my hand on her

nerves. I’ve given her no

chased her, tackled her, tied her up, left her in the forest,

wanted to hurt you, little human, I would have done so in the forest that

though, Fenris chides. Ruined all my progress with her. Now she doesn’t trust either

definitely going to punch him the next time he manifests. He’s a

me," she says, in an echo of my

my throat before I can stop it, and

again. Also,

He doesn’t bat an eye at our

the Lycans I brought with me agree with the actions I took last night. The political headache alone doesn’t seem worth it, and I have to admit

feels rough against my fingers

wrapping the bandage around her wrist.

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