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

flash dark, but she doesn’t move from her place on the couch. She still smells fearful, but not enough to overpower her ever-present muffin fragrance. Still, judging by the

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

miss how she jumps when I grab it,

so scared? I’m

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

quickly. "Oh.

no intention of eating you."

our bond. You’re trying to be nice.

my thumb across the tender skin of her inner wrist. The sight of her bruises

slightly, but I have no intention of letting her move further away. As soon as she

"Yes, I did."

at

no reason to think I’d harm her—quite the opposite, really. I’ve fed

her up, left her

human, I would have done so in the forest

progress with her. Now

next time he manifests. He’s a little

she says,

throat before I can stop

her again.

hand. He doesn’t bat an eye at our relocation to the

the actions I took last night. The political headache alone doesn’t seem worth it, and I have

finally dropping the girl’s injured wrist. The white gauze roll feels rough against my fingers

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

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