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...

rainbow-haired nuisance halts as soon as

contain the panic edging into my voice. A Lycan King doesn’t panic. We’re calm and composed

again, a wild, uncontrolled yodel of

me. Something shifts in her strange eyes, until her pupils become slitted. It’s exactly what Jack-Eye had

rushing forward to shove past me with surprising strength for her diminutive, humanoid size. "You couldn’t hold

with the accusation. Did I demand too much of

against the wall as she rushes to Grace, pushing me aside as if I’m not the most dangerous predator she’ll ever encounter. As if I haven’t killed

floor sways with all of

Grace. She presses two fingers to my mate’s wrist, then leans close to her face,

me she can see Grace’s naked

past Lyre to yank a

happened?" she demands, her voice as sharp as any Lycan’s. The command within it is no less than an

words stick

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

hand through my hair, hating how dependent I am on this strange woman

her pocket. "This far out, it’ll take thirty minutes

My chest squeezes

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

My friend, a young woman, is unconscious and unresponsive after..." A quick glance at Grace’s shorts, still

I pull Grace’s limp body into my arms, fighting

Lyre

they think I...? No. It wasn’t

Fenris behind Lyre. He’s flat on the ground, his eyes

Will she be okay?

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

proof humans can never be

Our bond would

And yet it has.

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