Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 152

Chapter 151: Grace: On a Scale of One to Ten...

My body feels like someone’s buried me in wet cement, on top of every cell in my body pulsing with a low, electric hum.

It isn’t painful. It’s just... there.

Present.

Like background noise.

I flutter my eyes open, squinting against the dark ceiling. It’s definitely morning—there’s light peeking around the room-darkening blinds—but no idea what time.

Hell, it could be afternoon.

The air conditioner’s on, too. I wonder if someone was smart enough to close the window. They must have, because I can hear the generator running, but it’s muffled.

Stretching is a whole process, involving groaning and trying to untangle myself from the sheets, evidence of restless sleep and...

Oh, sweet Goddess.

All the memories flood back. Caine’s hands, his mouth, the golden threads connecting us, the freaking bite, his face when he came all over my hands—and my cheeks flame instantly. I shift, feeling the ache between my thighs, the tender spot on my neck where his teeth met my skin, and a strange internal vibration which hasn’t quite gone away.

A little girl’s squeal rings out from outside, followed by Caine’s deep voice.

"Bun, don’t put that in your mouth. That’s dirt. We don’t eat dirt."

I scramble to the edge of the bed and pull the black fabric shades back just a little, enough to peek through the side.

Caine’s standing with his back to my window, holding Bun upside down by her ankles while she giggles uncontrollably. Sara and Jer are chasing each other with sticks. Ron’s using Fenris as some sort of furry pillow as he snoozes in the sunlight.

They look... normal. Happy. Like a family.

Huh. And the strange, foreboding feeling is completely gone.

over the edge of the bed, wincing as my feet hit the floor. My body doesn’t just ache—it buzzes, like

to guess (not like it’s a hard one to

it. I need coffee, a shower, and to look even semi-human. Caine had changed all the sheets last night during my shower—another reason he’s amazing and doesn’t deserve the frustration I’d thrown his

Well.

Useless?

girl’s gotta earn her

the bedroom door. Mistake number one is looking in the

Jesus.

look like I’ve been

hair

brushing of hair and teeth later, I step into the

dinette, one leg folded under her, scrolling through her phone with a deep furrow

"Hi, Grace."

Lyre. When did

night. We slept together, but I

an atom bomb go off at my feet and I

since

get the

definitely should not have been doing (in her bed, no less!), I trudge my way to the

cuts through the silence as Lyre slams her phone

turn, startled by the noise, and find her staring directly at me. Her cat-like

I flinch.

her eyes focus on me again. The wrath

sweet and knowing and I am so, so

sure playing with your boyfriend’s dick

two fucked last night," she says pleasantly, as if commenting on the

across my face as I stutter, "Wha—no!

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