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...

as soon as she sees my face, and

contain the panic edging into my voice. A Lycan King

again, a wild, uncontrolled yodel

me. Something shifts in her strange eyes, until her pupils become slitted. It’s exactly what Jack-Eye had mentioned before, but the mystery of her identity

past me with surprising strength for her diminutive, humanoid size. "You

the accusation. Did I

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

floor sways with all of our

Grace calls Lyre doesn’t look at me again, her focus entirely on Grace. She presses two fingers to

circumstances, it would bother me she can see

bothers me. I dash past Lyre to yank a corner of the comforter over Grace,

voice as sharp as any Lycan’s. The command within it is no less than an

were—" The words stick in my

that part." Her fingers press gently along Grace’s throat, examining the skin with a scowl. There’s

hating how dependent I am on this strange woman to care

Lyre mutters, fishing a phone from her pocket. "This far out, it’ll take thirty

minutes. My chest squeezes

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

shifting to the call. "Yes, medical emergency. My friend, a young woman, is unconscious and unresponsive after..." A quick glance at Grace’s shorts, still on. She

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

Lyre

I...? No. It wasn’t like

behind Lyre. He’s flat on the ground, his eyes never leaving

Will she be okay?

constricts at the question. I’d just accepted this

humans can never be

murmurs. Our bond would never hurt

And yet it has.

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