Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 30: Caine: Behaving Strangely

CAINE

There’s something strange about her tonight. She’s calmer than this morning, a little more assured, despite the familiar scent in her room. Storming down the hall, I snap at Fenris, Are you sure it’s him?

When have I ever mistaken a scent? It’s the wolf who followed her when we first met. His irritation only feeds mine, like a cloud of dark energy following behind.

No new injuries marred her skin, no fresh bruises. At least there’s that. But that doesn’t explain the scent of another wolf in her room. A Blue Mountain wolf. One who shouldn’t dare approach...

"Damn it. She’s driving me crazy."

It will only get worse if you keep denying our connection to her.

The tattoos on my neck burn, and I lift my upper lip in a snarl. "Everything will be fine once I settle things." The others were right; she’s a victim, not a prisoner. And yet I can’t bring myself to send her back to human society.

She’s been under Brax’s thumb for six years. There are things she needs in order to survive as a human. A driver’s license. A place to live. Money. Food. A job.

The more I think of, the worse it feels to even consider sending her back to the humans. At least if I brought her with us, she would have shelter, food, and never have to work again...

Shit. Fenris is messing with my thoughts again. Now I’m even considering bringing her to our pack, as if a human could ever survive surrounded by Lycans.

in my head again. Peace without this obsessive need to surround myself in the aroma of blueberry muffins fresh out of the oven. Without imagining how her hair would feel between my fingers. Without wondering what her skin

warm beneath my touch. I see every curve, every soft plane of her body, exposed for my eyes alone, the

Fuck.

shake my head sharply,

upon me is disrupting everything. I’ve already killed for her,

I’m glad you’re

of you," I

fighting what we both know is true. My mind is clear because I’ve accepted our connection with the human. You, on the other hand,

mate bond doesn’t cause madness. Some even reject their mates." Or so I’ve heard. I’ve never had much interest

wolf. Or even

in the form of tattoos. The separation between

they feel love, I feel possession. Where they feel protectiveness, I feel rage.

power, but they took your humanity in

Blue Mountain shifter standing guard outside her door stiffens. It wasn’t his scent in her room, but he

to do? Hunt the man down? Demand to know why he was visiting? The girl isn’t hurt; if I

stalk away again, cursing myself for being weak enough to go back in the first place. She won’t eat with me standing there, and she needs the sustenance. I have to

Forever? Fenris suggests.

followed in his footsteps? I swore to uphold the law when I became King. I said I wouldn’t