Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 55

Chapter 54: Caine: Let It Slip

CAINE

"That won’t be necessary," Jack-Eye assures the human with a placating smile. "Give us an hour."

Bob’s shoulders relax. Of course; he’s stood up to us without immediate repercussion. He must be feeling quite pleased with himself. Strong. Capable of fighting back.

My fingers curl into the plastic fabric of the camping chair.

Wait, Fenris says, nipping at my knee. It’s quickly becoming an unpleasant habit. See what Jack-Eye is thinking first.

"One hour," the insipid little human agrees, backing away. "Or I call the cops, okay?"

I bare my teeth. Bob quickens his retreat.

"What the hell was that?" I demand of Jack-Eye once he’s out of earshot. "Since when do we bow to humans?"

My beta looks uncharacteristically serious as he crosses his arms and widens his stance. This is body language I know a little too well; he always stands like this when he’s willfully defiant.

Of course, he usually has a reason.

"You’re trying to get on Grace’s good side, aren’t you?"

My eye twitches. I grunt noncommittally. Saying no is harder than I expected. I’m not agreeing with him; of course not. But I am interested in what ridiculous excuse he’s come up with.

Jack-Eye does have quite the experience with females, Fenris muses. His mating habits are unparalleled among the Lycans.

I study Jack-Eye’s face. It isn’t like I don’t know what he looks like; he’s been by my side for years. But it’s my first time really noting how unmarred it remains compared to most in our pack. His skin is smooth and free of battle scars Lycans typically wear like badges of honor. Or survival.

us carry the marks

my Beta has managed to keep his

females, Fenris interjects with a dismissive mental snort. It’s his personality. He knows how to charm them. Makes them feel special before he moves

Hmm.

our side conversation, "dominating

I’ve begun

mention her humanity when Fenris brings her up as a

Lyre’s RV, "has already earned Grace’s trust. You haven’t. And

don’t bully,"

raises a skeptical

of movement—a flash of rainbow hair. Lyre stands just beyond the glass, watching us.

can hear. Andrew and Thom are oblivious; they don’t have access to our pack

frown in the strange woman’s

but for a minute they looked like

level of detail I would have never noticed, but Lyre’s already

right about that

Jack-Eye also frowns at the camper; Fenris’s words must have shaken

"Could she

at nothing. "No, I don’t think so. We would be able to smell it if she

if I’m going to leave Grace in that woman’s

beta ignores

Jack-Eye commands, turning to Andrew and Thom. "We’re relocating in an

beginning, but his audacity has been growing over the years. Granted, I’ve allowed it to happen, trusting in

direction. As if my opinion is irrelevant. As if his king’s

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