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

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

left hand, checking that wrist over. There’s a small bruise,

she jumps when I grab it,

I’m not going

artificial, but she still doesn’t meet my gaze. My fingers still circle her delicate wrist,

quickly. "Oh. You’re

of eating you." This assurance should be enough to

overpowering through our bond. You’re trying to be nice. How

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

again. She shifts on the couch, drawing back slightly, but I have no intention of letting

"Yes, I did."

off as she stares at my hand on her wrist. "You know, humans

fear spikes, sharp and acrid. It’s starting to grate on my nerves. I’ve given her no reason to think I’d harm

tied her up, left her in the forest,

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

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

next time he

she says, in

before I can stop

again. Also, Jack-Eye’s

doesn’t bat an eye at our

last night, none the Lycans I brought with me agree with the actions I took last night. The political headache alone doesn’t seem worth

from him, finally dropping the girl’s injured wrist. The white gauze roll feels rough against my fingers as I pull

her wrist. She doesn’t resist, but

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