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

fearful, but not enough to overpower her ever-present muffin fragrance. Still, judging by the way she avoids meeting my eyes, it’s very clear

over. There’s a

jumps when I grab

are you so scared? I’m not

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

dies quickly. "Oh.

of eating you." This assurance should be enough to ease her

through our bond. You’re

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

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 Brax. And

"Yes, I did."

Her voice trails off as she stares at my hand

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,

her

I would have done so in the

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

time

says, in an echo of

from my throat before I can

her again. Also, Jack-Eye’s

scent precedes him as he enters, first aid kit in hand. He doesn’t bat an eye at our relocation to the couch, but I can

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

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 her soft, delicate

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

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