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

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 avoids meeting my

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

how she jumps when

so scared? I’m not going to

fingers still circle her delicate wrist, monitoring her pulse as it

laughter dies quickly. "Oh. You’re not being

of eating you." This assurance

overpowering through our bond. You’re trying to be

focus instead on the way her pulse jumps when I brush my thumb across the tender skin of her

no intention of letting

"Yes, I did."

at my hand

tighten and the scent of her fear spikes, sharp and acrid. It’s starting to grate on my nerves. I’ve given her no reason to think I’d harm her—quite the opposite, really. I’ve fed

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

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

Ruined all my progress with her. Now she

him the next time he manifests.

she says, in an echo

from my throat before I

her again.

kit in hand. He doesn’t bat an eye at our

with me agree with the actions I took last night. The political headache alone doesn’t seem worth

feels rough against my fingers as I pull it out,

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

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