Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 32

Chapter 31: Caine: A Fool or a King

CAINE

Fenris’s response makes me realize what I’m thinking and I groan, driving my fist into the nearest wall again. It’s a new habit, developed about ten minutes ago. The plaster crumbles under my knuckles, leaving a crater the size of my hand. "Fuck. You’re in my head again."

I most certainly am not, Fenris replies, his voice dripping with disdain. I would never put such idiotic thoughts in your head. My goal has always been to keep the girl with us, in our pack—not set her up in some pathetic human apartment like a kept woman.

The truth in his words stings worse than my knuckles. These thoughts—this obsession with providing for her, protecting her from afar—they’re mine alone, turning me into a hypocrite. I killed Brax for breaking our laws, didn’t I?

"What the hell is happening to me?" I demand of my wolf, grateful this section of the lodge is empty. Talking to the air isn’t uncommon in a pack—we all have arguments with our wolves, and they aren’t always confined to our heads—but it’s not the kind of conversation I want others overhearing.

What’s happening is that you’re fighting your instincts while pretending it’s my influence. It’s exhausting to watch.

I press my forehead against the wall with a groan. "She’s human, Fenris." If she wasn’t, this would all be easier. I still couldn’t take her as a mate, but at least it would give me options...

The universe doesn’t follow your rigid little rules, Caine.

Blood rushes in my ears as frustration surges. "The laws exist for a reason. Humans and shifters don’t mix—they never have."

There are precedents.

"Like Brax?" My mocking laughter echoes through the empty corridor. "His mate ran away. Humans don’t belong in a pack."

likely her mother was not Brax’s fated mate. Or if she was, he treated her so terribly she felt life was better without

mom was the problem. I’ve met Brax. There’s no way a human woman was the problem. "It

obsess over her injuries, her meals,

clenches. "I’m

You’re stalling.

"I’m being thorough!"

You’re being a coward.

growl rips

what she makes you feel. Of how your control slips every

You’ve pushed

connection feels like. You’re so scared of repeating the past that you can’t see what’s right in front of

neck and down my spine like

announces, his voice growing

thing," I snarl, but I can feel him receding,

my Bonded keeps destroying whatever progress I make. I bring her comfort; you bring her terror. I offer warmth; you offer threats. And then you wonder why she’s scared of

I flinch.

other half, your balance—and lately, the

Fenris retreats deeper, severing our mental connection. I’m left alone in the hallway, my breathing heavy, staring at a

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