Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 52

Chapter 51: Grace: Charity

Caine doesn’t acknowledge Lyre’s words, his stormy eyes never leaving my face. The intensity of his gaze makes me feel stripped bare, as though he’s peeling away layers I didn’t even know I had.

Then there’s my body.

The stupid thing wants to wrap itself around him until his smell seeps into my skin, deep enough it can never be scrubbed away. To lick his neck and see what he tastes like. To put my mouth—

Damn it, my mind’s going haywire.

Stupid body. Stupid cologne-ad smell. Stupid sexy werewolf.

"Come on, boss." Jack-Eye claps a hand on his shoulder. "Let’s give the ladies their beauty sleep."

Suddenly, I like Caine’s beta very much. What a reasonable, thoughtful man.

Andrew remains awkwardly positioned on the ground; he hasn’t twitched a muscle this entire time, and no one seems concerned about helping him up. To be fair, I wasn’t, either. Knowing he’s alive is good enough; I’m not interested in taking him in as a friend and making sure he’s happy or anything. I just didn’t want his death on my hands.

Backing away, I mount the first step to Lyre’s camper. Caine’s eyes track the movement, his body tensing as if to follow, and I narrow my eyes.

I climb the second step, still ascending backwards. He hasn’t moved, but his fists clench at his sides.

"Turn around," he says roughly, scowling once again. "You’re going to fall."

Hmm. Telling him I’m going backward because I want to make sure he isn’t following probably won’t go over very well. Frowning, I do as commanded, but pause to cautiously peek over my shoulder. He hasn’t moved, and he’s still glowering at me like I’m doing something wrong.

The third step puts me at the threshold. When I look back for the last time, I swear, Caine stands like a statue, tall and immovable in the darkness.

A cold knot forms in my stomach as I step through the doorway. It feels like turning my back on someone who wants to eat me.

brushes past my legs. I yelp, spinning around to find Fenris already making himself comfortable on the tiny patch of floor in front

by his audacity. "I didn’t

to step inside, frowning

gray eyes almost amused, then deliberately lowers his head

no, you can’t stay here." I point

Fenris doesn’t budge.

the size of a miniature pony," Lyre observes from the doorway, her slitted eyes taking in

at the wolf. "Outside, with

and closes his

don’t think he’s going anywhere." Lyre steps inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Before it closes completely, I catch a glimpse of Caine’s rigid posture, still

temples where a headache begins to throb. "You realize he’s going to report

agenda."

touched my lips. I drain the glass in one go, guzzling it down like

calm," I mutter as Lyre takes my empty glass. "Is it normal for you to have werewolves crash at your

life qualifies as normal, but I’ve had stranger guests." She refills my glass and hands it over, but my belly’s

ear flicking

do, you’re out. I

thumps

to our contract," I warn him. "If you break

Another tail thump.

of my sails. "I don’t think even I

point. Fenris must weigh three hundred pounds, at least. If he decides to stay, we don’t

Ugh.

But you

the floor. I

a

Don’t even think

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