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...

nuisance halts as soon as she sees

human ambulance," I order, trying to contain the panic edging into my voice. A

wild, uncontrolled yodel

what Jack-Eye had mentioned before, but the mystery of her

forward to shove past me with surprising strength

Did I demand

if I’m not the most dangerous predator she’ll ever encounter. As if I

with all of our

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

me

yank a corner of the comforter over

she demands, her voice as sharp as any Lycan’s.

words

throat, examining the skin with a scowl. There’s

hating how dependent I am on this

from her

chest squeezes

the phone to her ear. "We could drive her, but moving

is unconscious and unresponsive after..." A quick glance

answers them decisively as I pull Grace’s limp body into my arms, fighting a

visible trauma," Lyre says,

I...? No. It

Grace’s hair, noticing Fenris behind Lyre. He’s flat on the ground, his eyes never

Will she be okay?

at the question. I’d just accepted

humans can never be mates with a

Fenris murmurs. Our bond would never

And yet it has.

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