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.

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

temper at bay. No point in fuming over something she can’t control; it will only

trying to put boundaries between us, she backtracks when I get angry, or softens her words. Things she

this is an ingrained reaction of the weak before

one who’s noticed all this

of her, making sure to keep space between us. Her hands twist in her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry muffin scent is thicker in here, and keeps me calm even

to life so we can kill him again. This time,

sounding

Great job, idiot.

barely move. "I don’t know. I’m

arguing about car seats. She has fire in her veins and a spark in her soul;

She looks broken.

breathing calm takes more effort than it should, and I keep a tight hold on my alpha aura. Even a flicker of it

you," I say, keeping my voice soft and even. "Why

She shakes her head.

think

sharper this time, but still

seemed to think you would be very angry about the cat, Fenris points out, finally being helpful

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

it my anger?

Which means...

She’s afraid

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

eyes go wide, reddened with the hint of tears

sight makes my chest

"Aren’t you angry?"

face. What the hell kind

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

rush I felt the moment I saw her terrified face, I’d be pacing. Burning off the energy flooding through

would only spook her more. It’s like handling a wolf

Grace. I’m not

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

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