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.

against me until her trembling stops. But this

control; it will only make her worry. Grace seems to take the blame for

between us, she backtracks when I get angry, or softens her words. Things she doesn’t need

an ingrained reaction of the weak before the strong. But this isn’t what’s happening with

the one who’s noticed all this about her. Give me

in her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry muffin scent is thicker in here, and keeps me calm even as her fear agitates

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

I demand, sounding more aggressive than

Great job, idiot.

"I don’t know.

She has fire in her veins and a spark in her soul; this is like a pathetic shell of

She looks broken.

tight hold on my alpha aura. Even a flicker of it at this

my voice soft and even. "Why are you

She shakes her head.

you think

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

angry about the cat, Fenris points out, finally being helpful instead

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

it my anger? But she’s faced that,

Which means...

Fenris murmurs. She’s

"I don’t care about the stupid cat, Grace. Fenris already told me

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

sight makes my chest

"Aren’t you angry?"

hands over my 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 my

spook her more. It’s like

Grace. I’m

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

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