Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Caine: Her Reaction

CAINE

My first instinct is anger, but between Fenris’s nagging and the look on Grace’s face the moment I walk through the door, it disappears.

She’s so pale I’m certain she’ll faint at any moment, and her entire body’s trembling as a disturbingly familiar, sour scent rolls off her.

Fuck the cat. And the dog.

This is a bigger problem.

Grabbing her wrist, I drag her to Lyre’s bedroom, trying to block the pounding in my head.

You shouldn’t just snatch her like that. It makes it worse.

I know.

I fucking know.

But if I open my mouth right now, who knows what’ll come out.

Your restraint would be commendable if you weren’t scaring her even more. Still, I suppose it’s progress.

My wolf is on my last damn nerve.

I pull Grace to the bed, setting her on the edge of it before releasing her wrist. She jerks it to her chest immediately, rubbing it with her other hand as if I hurt her.

This doesn’t seem like a conversation we should have near the children, but my attempt to buy us privacy seems to have made the entire situation worse.

Her eyes fix on the floor, shoulders bunched so tight they nearly touch her ears. The scent of terror is thick in the air, and it makes my stomach twist.

Grace is afraid of me.

It isn’t the first time. Her fear was present through most of our beginning encounters, but it hurts to scent it now. We’ve come so far from the girl who flinched every time I so much as looked her way.

You’ve made it worse, Fenris notes, like I don’t have fucking eyeballs.

pull her against me until her trembling stops. But this ridiculous issue

in fuming over something she can’t control; it will only make her worry. Grace seems to take the blame for

angry, or softens her words. Things she doesn’t need to

ingrained reaction of the weak before the

you’re the one who’s noticed all this about

her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry muffin scent is

back to life so we can kill him again. This time, I’d do it myself. But slower, torturing him

this?" I demand, sounding more aggressive than I

Great job, idiot.

barely move. "I don’t

frown. This isn’t the woman who stood toe-to-toe with me at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire in her veins and a spark in her

She looks broken.

tight hold on my alpha aura. Even a flicker of it at this state will make her withdraw further, and I can’t

like you," I say, keeping my voice

She shakes her head.

think I’ll

shakes her head again, quicker and sharper this time, but still doesn’t look at my

points out, finally being helpful instead of just annoyingly observant.

we haven’t argued before. She stood toe to toe with me only hours

the argument... is it my anger? But she’s

Which means...

She’s afraid of

care about the stupid cat, Grace. Fenris already told me

finally. Her grass-green eyes go wide, reddened with the hint

makes my chest

"Aren’t you angry?"

What the hell kind of monster does she

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

the moment I saw her terrified face, I’d be pacing. Burning off

would only spook her more. It’s

Grace. I’m

together like she doesn’t believe me, and she studies my face. Fenris

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