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.

my forehead against the glass again. It’s oddly comforting. "He’s a murderer. A

while wrapping my wrist. How his presence made me feel safe despite everything he’s done.

grow up without parents. Mates left alone. And

The deepest circle, where they keep the worst

crying? Screaming? Something other than thinking about the way Caine’s jaw clenches when he’s

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

the Lycan King. It’s like my moral compass shattered the moment he walked

my eyes, but that only makes it worse. His face appears in the darkness—those sharp cheekbones, the way his lips curve

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

back to him like a moth to flame. Maybe it’s a side

morality is even trying to insist he’s not evil, just different. Shifter society doesn’t hold the same standards and morals as humans do,

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

my bed with another bone-deep sigh. The mattress feels wrong without my pillow, empty and uncomfortable without a place to rest my

someone delivers them soon. I still can’t understand why he would steal

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