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.

it, Grace." I smack my forehead against the glass again. It’s oddly comforting. "He’s a murderer. A

how gentle his touch was while wrapping my wrist. How his presence made

me? The pack members who died have families. Children who’ll grow up without parents. Mates left alone.

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

Like watching a movie 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 that almost feels smug someone

holes into my conscience. It

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

that only makes it worse. His face appears in the darkness—those

nails into my palms until it hurts, irritated with my vapid thoughts. "He

does my mind, apparently, since it keeps circling back to him like a moth to flame.

to insist he’s not evil, just different. Shifter society doesn’t hold

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

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

are the new pillows, anyway? Hopefully someone delivers them soon.

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