Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 47: Caine: Knock Like a Normal Person

The campground entrance is easy to miss, hidden in the darkness without any streetlights to mark it. Thankfully, many of the campers parked here have LED lighting strips along their rigs, and I slow before I miss the turn.

"Where?" I demand.

Thom closes his eyes, concentrating. "Keep going. She’ll be on our left. I’ll know when we get closer."

I drive deeper into the campground, wheels crunching on gravel. Rolling my window down seems like a mistake at first. The place reeks of humans—their food, their waste, their cheap alcohol. But beneath it all, I catch hints of her scent, growing stronger.

"That interference," Thom mumbles, seemingly to himself. "It’s stronger here. Almost like..."

"Like what?" I snap.

"Like something’s deliberately masking her." He opens his eyes, pupils dilated. "Something old."

Jack-Eye opens his own window, shoving his head outside to breathe in deep. "There’s a shifter... Blue Mountain."

I can smell him, too.

"There." Thom points to a large RV. The lot next to it isn’t empty, but only holds a blue sedan and a tent. "She’s there."

I park the car on the opposite side of the road and kill the engine, and Jack-Eye slides out of the car with languid ease. "I’ll deal with the traitor."

I grunt at them both, reaching for Grace’s pillow with fingers that itch to crush something. One brief caress over the soft fabric. One deep breath of her scent—blueberry muffins, mixed with fabric softener.

My chest loosens as the pillow’s scent cuts through the noise in my head.

"Stay here," I tell Thom without looking at him.

in relief.

car door, I step out into the night, vaguely irritated by the humid

the car’s ventilation system, and her scent grows stronger. She’s close. My muscles coil

materializes beside me, his massive form condensing into something more mundane—at first glance he appears to be a large black dog rather than a monstrous wolf. Even his ethereal blue glow has dimmed to almost nothing, just the

he pads beside me.

mutter

you? Your face suggests

stone. If I approach her with all the rage burning inside me, I’ll only drive her

Or her boyfriend. I wanted to,

in my self-restraint rises, just in time for the crunch

young man emerges, his scent far too familiar. What was his

Fenris growls, the sound carrying through

are cautious, deliberate; he’s not stupid. He’s

then his eyes land on me. His body goes

to his credit, keeps his posture relaxed. Andrew approaches with his head slightly bowed, then drops into a formal submission posture ten feet away

he murmurs, voice

to suppress the snarl building in my throat. His scent is all over the area and around the camper—all over Grace’s space. The rage bubbling beneath my skin threatens to spill over.

then I remember how Grace trembled when she walked into my suite,

to understand the violence underpinning our society. I

will be time to

Jack-Eye, not wanting to linger. Not with Grace within reach. "We’ll deal with

"Got it, boss."

enough to know there aren’t many. "Alpha Wilder asked

yet you’re not in

sour smell of fear. "She... she decided to come with someone else. A stranger. I couldn’t