Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 60

Chapter 59: Caine: Took Everything She Had to Give

CAINE

Grace’s limp body fuels a new feeling, something old and unfamiliar. It’s an emotion I haven’t felt since I was a young pup, long before I came into strength and power.

Terror.

What is it? Fenris asks. He’s been silent, politely blocking himself off from our intimacy, even when that rainbow-haired chit was banging on the door.

She’s unconscious.

"Grace."

I shake her shoulder, the skin under my palm cool to the touch. Too cool.

"Grace, wake up."

Her head lolls as I jostle her, hair splaying across the pillow in bleached golden waves. Not a flutter of eyelashes, not a twitch. My stomach drops with dread.

"Grace!" My voice sharpens with command, an alpha’s order.

Nothing. Just her pale face, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she waking?

Fenris explodes into panic, his howl ripping through my mind and air both. Strange voices join in, but they’re the least of my worries.

You killed her. You killed our mate!

"Shut up," I growl, placing two fingers against the pulse in her throat. It flutters weakly beneath my touch. "She’s alive."

The sudden crash of the door flying open makes me whip around, a snarl building in my throat as I storm around the corner and into the hall, Grace still limp on the daybed. Just moments ago, she’d been so alive, so vibrant, with the scent of her climax filling the air.

Now...

be put awa—" The rainbow-haired nuisance halts as soon as she sees my

order, trying to contain the panic edging into my voice. A Lycan King doesn’t panic.

wild, uncontrolled yodel

pupils become slitted. It’s exactly what Jack-Eye had mentioned before, but the

she growls, rushing forward to shove past me with surprising strength

Did I demand too much of

she rushes to Grace, pushing me aside as if I’m not the most

floor sways with all of

look at me again, her focus entirely on Grace. She presses two fingers to my mate’s wrist, then leans close

me

me. I dash past Lyre to yank a corner of the comforter over Grace, protecting her from the other

her voice as sharp as any Lycan’s. The command within

The words stick in

that part." Her fingers press gently along Grace’s throat, examining the skin with a scowl. There’s no mark there. Not

hand through my hair, hating how dependent I am on this strange woman to care for my Grace. "She was fine. Then she

phone from her

minutes. My chest squeezes painfully. "That’s too

She punches in numbers, holds the phone to her ear. "We could drive her, but

woman, is unconscious

them decisively as I pull Grace’s limp body into

trauma," Lyre

they think I...? No. It wasn’t

stroke Grace’s hair, noticing Fenris behind Lyre. He’s flat on the ground, his eyes

Will she be okay?

question. I’d just accepted this tiny, frail little human as mine.

humans can never be

Fenris murmurs. Our bond would

And yet it has.

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