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 a first-aid

She still smells fearful, but not enough to overpower

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

she jumps

are you so scared? I’m not

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

dies quickly. "Oh.

intention of eating you." This assurance should

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

instead on the way her pulse jumps when I brush my thumb across the

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

"Yes, I did."

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

fingers 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.

also chased her, tackled her, tied her up, left her in

I would have done so in the forest that first

did, though, Fenris chides. Ruined all my progress with her.

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

did hurt me," she says, in an echo of my

from my throat before I

again.

in hand. He doesn’t bat an eye at our relocation to the couch, but I can smell

I took

The white gauze roll feels rough against my fingers

around her wrist. She doesn’t resist, but her

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