Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 33
Chapter 32: Grace: One Last Visitor
Caine’s strange behavior takes more mental real estate than it should, but I manage to finish my dinner with him gone. Eating under pressure is a lot harder than I ever expected.
With a full stomach and nothing else to do, I curl up on the bed. My eyelids grow heavy despite lingering anxiety; will Andrew really come? Is this plan going to work? Will I be okay once I get to Sterling City? So many questions, all impossible to answer without more time.
Eventually, the soft mattress beckons me into sleep, a temporary escape from this bizarre reality.
A rough shaking wrenches me out of deep sleep, and my foggy mind registers someone’s hand on my shoulder.
"Grace, wake up."
I sit up with a yawn, stretching my arms above my head until my joints pop. The motion helps clear some of the cobwebs from my brain, but when my vision focuses, my body freezes mid-stretch, hands locked high in the air. "Rafe?"
It’s not Andrew’s face hovering in front of me, but Raphael’s. His blue eyes shine so brightly, my stomach flips. Not with cute butterflies, but in dread. His gaze is too intense, almost fanatical.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss, scrambling backward until I hit the wall. The distance between us isn’t nearly enough.
Rafe’s pine-and-earth scent, once thrilling and now rather generic, fills my nostrils, bringing unwelcome memories. His golden hair catches the light from the bedside lamp, creating a halo effect that seems laughably inappropriate given our recent past. How can someone so cruel look so much like someone’s fantasy of a hero?
"I needed to see you before you leave for Forest Springs." He sits on the edge of my bed like he belongs there, reaching for my hand. "Andrew will be here soon."
I almost blurt out that Forest Springs is the last place I’d willingly go, but snap my mouth shut. He doesn’t know about the change in plans; it’s strange, but I’m not complaining about it. It’s better this way.
Though, there’s always the possibility Andrew lied just to appease me. I guess I’ll find out soon.
"Why would you need to see me?" I ask instead, pulling my knees to my chest and keeping my hands out of his reach.
His expression darkens as he takes his hand back, his brows drawing together. "Of course it’s because I care about you, Gracie. I haven’t been able to see you since they murdered our people. I was worried."
The audacity makes my jaw clench. His hands gesture between us as he continues.
closer, earnestness radiating from him like heat. If my IQ was single digits, maybe I’d even believe in it. "Ellie understands now. And soon, the Blue Mountain Pack will be officially mine. It’s only a matter of time before I
belonging. Now it’s just four empty letters. This pack is not my home, and he’s one
his passionate speech. His hands reach for me again, but I duck away from his attempted hug, scrambling off the
voice flat. "Before you ruin the entire plan and
fine. I have a little time. I just needed to see
not fine. Nothing about this is fine. The space between us feels charged with something toxic—his delusional hope and my
"Rafe, please—"
fingers brushing against my neck. The touch
me," he says with a strange, overly soft smile. "Refusing the Lycan
to comprehend his words. He thinks I’m rejecting Caine... for him? A laugh bursts from my throat, sharp and incredulous. His delusions are only growing, becoming more ridiculous.
misinterpret it, because he steps forward, arms opening for an embrace as his
over my own feet. Now I’m between him and the door, which
face twitches, irritation flashing across his features before he
No.
only no, but hell
gets on me, the King will go crazy," I say, grasping for any
hair, sighing dramatically. "You’re right. Of course, you’re right." His shoulders slump as he glances at me, his eyes wide and pathetic. It’s his puppy dog face. I used to think it was
Now, it’s childish.
of our hands touch for a split second, but I try not to flinch. He’s doing what I want him to; I don’t want to start an argument and keep him here
says, as if he’s wanting me to
a second before moving toward the door. His hand rests on the doorknob, but
to hurt you again, Grace." The words fall from his lips with weighty significance, as if he’s delivering a romantic vow rather than
don’t bother responding, turning my back instead as I walk toward my bathroom. When I finally
Thank. Fucking. God.
cruelty on the night of the Mate Hunt, and the way he treated me the moment his fated mate appeared? Such thick skin he has, acting as if none of it happened—like I should be grateful for his attention, thrilled by his promise
all shifters
bloom behind my eyelids. Rafe’s visit has
splash cold water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering disgust. The mirror seems to emphasize the dark circles under my eyes, but at least the water helps clear my
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