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.

bring me

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

over. There’s a small bruise, but she seems

don’t miss how she jumps when I grab it,

scared? I’m not going

My fingers still circle her

quickly. "Oh.

serious. I have no intention of eating you."

overpowering through our bond. You’re

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

away again. She shifts on the couch, drawing back slightly, but I have no intention of letting her move further away. As soon as she realizes I’m not letting go, she stops. "Well, you killed Alpha

"Yes, I did."

kind of thing..." Her voice trails off as she stares at my hand on her wrist. "You

on my nerves. I’ve given her no reason to think I’d harm her—quite the opposite, really. I’ve fed her, clothed her, and protected her

her, tied her up, left her in the

you, little human, I would have

chides. Ruined all my progress with her.

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

hurt me," she says, in an echo

before I can stop it,

scaring her again.

He doesn’t bat an eye at our relocation to the couch,

last night, none the Lycans I brought with me agree with the actions I took

wrist. The white gauze roll feels rough

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

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