Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 61

Chapter 60: Caine: Fiddleback

CAINE

"Put Grace down," Lyre says.

"No."

No, Fenris echoes.

My arms tighten around my limp mate, clutching her to my chest. I refuse to let her go. My lips press against her temple, feeling how cool her skin is. Her breathing’s shallow. Her pulse is weak.

The thought of letting her go—even for a moment—stabs through me like silver.

"Put. Her. Down," Lyre orders, as if commanding the Lycan King is something she can do on a whim. "Your emotions are all over her right now. She doesn’t need your panic seeping into what little energy she has left."

"No."

Lyre’s slitted eyes narrow further. "Do you want to kill her?"

Of course not. She’s the other half of my soul. The fated connection I’d denied is burning bright in my chest, rattled by the thought of losing her.

Losing a mate is hard, but the thought of losing Grace is... impossible. Dying would be preferable.

Lyre sighs and stomps out of the room, shaking the camper with each step. A short while later, she’s back, with a soft white t-shirt. "Here. You can put this on her."

Grace’s torn shirt is still on the floor, and shame washes through me at the evidence of my lack of control. Everything that happened between us had been perfect, transcendent—until it wasn’t.

Pathetic fool. I should have held back. It was obvious a human couldn’t handle what we have between us.

She can handle it, Fenris insists. Something is wrong. It isn’t our bond. The Goddess would not allow it.

With the greatest reluctance, I lower Grace back onto the bed. Lyre doesn’t waste time, pushing in beside me to slip the shirt over Grace’s head. She’s like a ragdoll, without even a hint of resistance.

Even the scent of blueberries is faint, hard to pinpoint in the mix of other smells.

her." My hands hover uselessly above Grace’s still form. "I need to fix

than anything. But you..." Lyre frowns, smacking my hands away. "You have

to snap at this strange enigma of a woman, but

accusation makes my stomach

and grab my shirt off the floor, pulling

at me—something beyond the paralyzing fear of losing Grace. My body feels different. Lighter.

presence

even glancing my way. "But there’s something more important you need to deal with

is more important than her." The words tear from my throat in

doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. Just stares at me with her uncanny eyes. Then she shakes her

drops to

are you talking

with them right now, but

Ah.

against the periphery of my awareness. A pack. Territory holders. A presence I

through

places her hand on Grace’s forehead. "The ambulance will be here soon, so take care of them before they scare off the EMTs. I’ve got Grace. Go be

at Grace, memorizing the curve of her cheek, the scatter of faint freckles across her nose, the

right back," I whisper to

Lyre sighs. "Just go."

broad back a barrier between what’s mine and a semicircle of wolves—eight of them,

isn’t here, but the one might be their

evident in his voice. "The

through these lesser wolves for daring to interrupt when my mate lies unconscious. Even Fenris should be clawing at my control, demanding

remains by Grace, silent in my

fury should be. I can still access my anger—it’s there, simmering beneath my

my face with

to face these interlopers directly. My shoulders square, stance widening—the

through the air, their faces grow pale. Jack-Eye’s presence should have been enough, but

My

a direct confrontation with the Lycan King. Their discomfort saturates the air,

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