Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 91: Grace: Conflict Resolution

"Good night, Bun," I whisper, tucking the blanket around the toddler’s tiny shoulders. Her eyelids droop, but she still fights sleep like it’s her mortal enemy.

"Quack," she mumbles, her duck bill morphing back to human lips mid-yawn.

Sara rolls her eyes from her nest of blankets. "Just ignore her. She’ll be asleep in thirty seconds."

The feral baby protests with a grumpy babble, but it’s soft.

I smooth down a wayward curl on her forehead. "Sleep tight, baby."

True to Sara’s prediction, soft snores rise from her little bed of blankets before I’ve even made it five steps away. The rest of the makeshift bedroom settles into comfortable silence—Ron’s already asleep, Jer’s fighting it, and Sara’s watching me leave.

I linger in the main room, fluffing a pillow that doesn’t need fluffing, zipping and unzipping my hoodie. It’s strange how quickly these kids have wound themselves around my heart. It’s only been a few hours, but my heart’s all-in on their orphaned life.

When I finally glance up, I spot Caine sitting alone, one arm resting on his bent knee, his gaze fixed on nothing. The harsh angles of his face are shadowed in the dim light of the cave.

I ease down to the floor across from him. Not close enough to touch, but not so far that I have to raise my voice. My knee is only inches from his.

He doesn’t acknowledge me, but the slight tick in his jaw gives him away. He knows I’m here.

I watch him for a moment, gathering courage. "Earlier... Lyre said something about you tearing this city apart. What does that mean?"

His jaw ticks again. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the soft breathing of semi-sleeping children.

"Don’t—" I pause, searching for the right word, "—sugarcoat it for me."

His eyes flick toward me, then away.

"I don’t need the noble version. I’d like the real one." I pull my knees to my chest, hugging them close. "Lyre explained things to me. I already know you’re not some psychopathic serial killer or whatever."

surprise breaking through his stony expression. "You thought I

yes, I

his face—the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile, but close enough that for a second, the

over his face. The gesture is so unexpectedly vulnerable, it catches

pack without cause," he says finally. "Blue Mountain gave

an eyebrow, not bothering to hide my skepticism. Uh-huh.

my gaze directly, and I resist the urge to

Too... pretty.

always compliant. But he was never truly loyal. I had my eye on him for a long time. Not all packs are thrilled with

him, so I keep my mouth shut, even though I’m desperate to know more about what Brax did. My brain’s been avoiding the past, still struggling to reconcile the man I once saw as a father figure and the one who abandoned me without a second thought once

of his jaw tightening as he glances away. "Still... maybe my reaction was

jaw with a laugh.

me with a bit of reality, I now understand—it was proof

has

half-laugh escapes me, uncertain and slightly nervous. "I’m still getting used to...

"What?"

of,

us shifts from cautious to charged,

cologne-like smell grows stronger, and I force myself to exhale slowly instead of sucking it all down like a

asks,

switching from I like how he smells to whatever was happening in our conversation.

exaggerating when she said Caine has all the emotional intelligence of a rock. He’s actually, sincerely mystified

to be teasing me, right? He can’t possibly

"It’s a little scary to watch someone order the deaths of a bunch of people

it isn’t directed at me. He’s looking over my

through the air and settling into my chest like a purring cat. "They don’t deserve your