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 first-aid

flash dark, but she doesn’t move from her place on the couch. She still smells fearful, but not enough to overpower her

hand, checking that wrist over. There’s a small bruise, but she seems able to use

miss how she jumps when I

I’m not going

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

quickly. "Oh. You’re not

being serious. I have no intention of eating you." This

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

pulse jumps when I brush my thumb across the tender skin

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

"Yes, I did."

at my hand on

her no reason to think I’d harm her—quite the opposite,

her up, left her

human, I would have

progress with her. Now she

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

she says,

rips from my throat before I can stop it, and the girl

scaring her again. Also,

He doesn’t bat an

night, none the Lycans I brought with me agree with the actions I took last night. The political headache

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

command, wrapping the bandage around her wrist. She doesn’t resist, but her

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