Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 50

Chapter 49: Grace: Did You Kill Andrew?

What the hell does smelling like coconuts have to do with anything? I blink at Caine, genuinely confused by the bizarre shift in conversation.

Caine’s jaw tightens as his nostrils flare again. He breathes in deeply, looking almost offended by my smell.

"It’s lotion, okay?" Something about the intensity of his stare makes me want to fill the silence, but I have nothing particularly nice to say. Instead, I mumble, "Not that it’s any of your business what I put on my body."

His eyes darken at my words, and I immediately regret my phrasing. It’s stupid to antagonize someone when you don’t want them to kill you, but it’s hard not to get a little uppity when they act so damn strange.

I shift in my seat, tapping my fingers against the table as I gather my courage. "Look, I don’t think you have any legal right to hold me as a prisoner."

It’s something I’ve been thinking about for some time, going around in circles in my head. Trying to sound confident, even as my heart threatens to burst through my ribcage, I add, "I was a minor when I was taken to the Blue Mountain Pack, and I haven’t done anything illegal."

"I need to investigate," Caine says simply. No other explanation. No details. Just those four words, like it’s all he needs to say and I should just go along with it.

"Investigate what?" My voice rises despite my effort to stay calm. "We know I’m human. Alpha Brax brought me here. I was a minor, so it isn’t like I had much choice. What else is there to look into?"

Caine stiffens, his shoulders squaring. "There are things I need to look into," he mumbles, still without a real explanation. "Your involvement..."

When he trails off, I assume he’s going to finish his thought. But he doesn’t. It’s like he’s trying to make up excuses or something.

"My involvement in what? Dating Rafe? It’s over now."

He shifts his weight, looking strangely uncertain. It’s almost hard to reconcile the Caine in front of me with the Lycan King I met in the forest. For one, he’s still kneeling in front of me, like he’s trying to serve me instead of keep me prisoner. For two, he’s just so... soft. Almost approachable, even.

"I still need to determine—"

"Dude." Lyre’s voice interrupts his words as she enunciates clearly, "Back. Off."

Caine’s head whips toward her, all pretense of gentleness evaporating. A low growl rumbles from his chest, like a reminder of how threatening he can be.

brushing against his shoulder as she slides into the booth beside me. Her hip nudges mine, pushing me further into

looming over us

me get this straight. You’re detaining a

flare. "This

to a dangerous purr. "Since you’re

heart pitters and patters. She’s defending me. It’s the sweetest moment I’ve had

not threatening

it then?" She tilts her head. "Forcible

"She was found in the forest during

I pipe up,

connected to pack

heard me mention him, though I haven’t exactly explained

Grace was raised by wolves, but isn’t one herself. She’s human. She has no legal obligation to follow pack law. Human laws

sits at Caine’s side, his ears pressed flat against his head. The

detain her," he says, as if he hadn’t just tried to argue about my

not." Lyre straightens, her voice taking on a formal cadence. "Grace is a legal adult in the eyes of human society. She has the

flick to mine, then back to Lyre. "She has

me," Lyre says

in a

who dislikes the overbearing ego of

his thigh when he keeps getting batted away from his hip. Finally, he

and he’s finally close enough to plop his head into my

protection," Caine insists, his voice softer now but no less intense. "I’m here to help her get settled into

a convenient way of saying you don’t actually have a valid

my responsibility to

of this bizarre puzzle suddenly registers, and I jolt upright in my

Did you kill

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