Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 25: Grace: Changing Overnight

The bodies are gone, leaving only a large, dark stain on the ground.

The sight is enough to bring me back to my senses, though. The moment I walked into Caine’s suite, my brain was scrambled. There’s only one thing I can pinpoint as the cause of my strange behavior: The man is just too attractive.

It’s stupid. I know it’s a stupid reason. But...

God. Was I always this type of person?

The window is cool and soothing as I rest my forehead against it, my sigh deep enough to wilt my entire body. I always considered myself a good person, someone with morals and loyalty.

My head thuds against the glass again. What kind of person am I becoming? Alpha’s blood stains the ground below, yet here I stand, thinking about the way Caine’s fingers felt against my skin.

"You’re disgusting," I mumble to myself, shuddering at my lack of humanity.

This pack helped raise me. Fed me. Gave me a home when I had none. Sure, they cast me aside the moment I proved useless, but still—they were my family for years.

I press my palm flat against the cold window. The chill helps clear my head, but not enough. My thoughts keep drifting to steel-gray eyes and calloused fingers, sending tingles through my body.

the glass again. It’s oddly comforting. "He’s

his presence made me feel safe despite everything he’s done. How he fed me, even if he seemed

up without parents. Mates left alone. And here I am, swooning over their killer like

myself. "I’m going straight to hell. The deepest circle, where they keep the worst of the worst.

instead of living through a massacre. Shouldn’t I be crying? Screaming? Something other than thinking about the way Caine’s jaw clenches when he’s angry? And maybe, just maybe, not paying any attention to the tiny corner of my brain

I acknowledge the feeling, it grows a little, stabbing holes into my conscience. It doesn’t care about the dead people,

normal. Neither is this pull toward the Lycan King.

worse. His face appears in the darkness—those sharp cheekbones, the way his lips

my nails into my palms until it hurts, irritated with my vapid thoughts. "He killed Alpha. He’s probably killed hundreds of others. The

Neither does my mind, apparently, since it keeps circling back to him like a moth to flame. Maybe it’s a side effect of his alpha domination. Yeah, this theory makes sense. After all, my morality

Shifter society doesn’t hold the same standards and morals as

be a side effect of his Lycan King-ness. Like a poison to

bed with another bone-deep sigh. The mattress feels wrong without my

them soon. I still can’t

I swivel to my other side, facing the wall. This situation is so bizarre. One minute I’m cleaning floors, the next I’m apparently important enough to start a war over. And the so-called king is not helping with his mixed signals, treating me