Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 102: Grace: Pack

Bun continues to scarf at her piece of buttered toast with all the hunger of someone who hasn’t eaten in a month, even if her chubby little rolls bely her actions.

Her death grip on my shirt has loosened significantly as her focus shifts entirely to the food.

"I see how it is," I murmur against her hair. "Food trumps fear every time."

Her eyes, wide and shining, meet mine as she chews. For the tiniest moment, I swear they change from brown to blue, then back again. Another piece of toast disappears into her mouth.

Ron peels a banana and leans over, holding it out in his hand like he’s trying to coax a wild animal. "Want some banana? Your favorite."

Bun turns at the sound of his voice, her entire body going rigid. The halfhearted smile on Ron’s face falters as her mouth opens and an ear-splitting shriek fills the cave.

No words. Just pure, agonizing, shrill shrieking as she throws herself back against my chest with enough force for me to tip over. I catch myself with one hand on the floor, and Caine jerks toward me like he’s going to catch me. Thankfully, one of the toddler’s flailing fists whacks his hand away before our skin can touch.

"Sorry," Ron mutters, backing away with the rejected banana. The defeat in his eyes makes my chest ache.

"She’s adjusting," Caine tells him, pulling Bun out of my arms with practiced efficiency. Even with her wild, maniacal movements, he swoops her into his embrace without a blink.

She screams louder, and he walks away, heading into the kitchen. "Pups who scream don’t eat," he warns her with a steady, stern voice.

The decibels continue to climb.

Sara scoots a little closer to Ron and snags the toast from his plate.

"Hey!" He scowls, but doesn’t make a move to grab it back.

Without missing a beat, she rolls her eyes. "Oh please, you weren’t even going to eat it. And it’s going cold."

Ron grumbles, but there’s no heat

apple, staring at me over Caine’s shoulder. My ability to translate baby facial expressions is still new, but I’m pretty sure she’s

Making eye contact seems

on him instead. There’s a plate of sliced apples next to me—Caine must have put them there.

reaches for an apple slice and pops it into

domestic, my heart swells a little, even as my

was adopted into, nothing so shallow as to discard each other the moment

Caine? He’s a part of

it. More than me, and I’m the one drawn

at nothing, probably looking crazy, and he’s only a few feet away now,

full of mushy apple, cheeks bulging. He hasn’t exactly won her over, but it looks like they’ve achieved some sort

I was just

had a few pieces of apple. I’m not sure any egg has made it past the murderous fork

I nod anyway. Owen not being here has them

and Jack-Eye should be back soon," he says casually, loud enough for everyone to hear. "They’re hunting down the perpetrator from last

little wizard tagalong, and I wonder if they’re with the group or settled

of the older kids’ heads snap up in unison, attention locked

the others?" I ask, playing

know, either. He doesn’t seem terribly concerned about them.

is dead?" Her voice pitches higher than normal. "For

Are you sure?" Jer demands,

each other, their

is Owen coming

"Is he okay?"

when we were talking to Lyre yesterday. A mild

immediately. It’s a kind of instant obedience coming from