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

checking that wrist over. There’s

she jumps when I

you so scared? I’m not going to

fingers still circle her delicate wrist,

laughter dies quickly. "Oh. You’re

was being serious. I have no intention of eating you." This assurance should be

overpowering through our bond. You’re trying to be nice.

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

dart behind me, before wandering 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

"Yes, I did."

she stares at my hand on her wrist. "You know, humans

nerves. I’ve given her no reason to think

her up, left

I would have done so in the

Fenris chides. Ruined all my progress with her. Now

the next time

did hurt me," she says, in an echo

my throat before I can

scaring her again.

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 smell his

solidarity last night, none the Lycans I brought with me agree with the actions I took last night. The political headache alone doesn’t seem worth it, and I have

white gauze roll feels rough against my fingers as I pull it out, very different from her soft, delicate

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

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