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

point in fuming over something she can’t control; it will only make her worry. Grace seems

us, she backtracks when I get angry, or softens her words.

people, this is an ingrained reaction of the weak before the strong. But this isn’t what’s

one who’s noticed all

us. Her hands twist in her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry muffin scent is thicker in here,

again. This time, I’d do it

sounding more aggressive than I mean to

Great job, idiot.

lips barely move. "I don’t know.

stood toe-to-toe with me at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire in her veins and a

She looks broken.

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

isn’t like you," I say, keeping my voice soft and even. "Why

She shakes her head.

think

quicker and sharper this time, but

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

argued before. She stood

argument... is it my anger? But

Which means...

Fenris murmurs. She’s

don’t care about the stupid cat, Grace. Fenris already

makes her look up, finally. Her grass-green eyes go wide,

sight makes my

"Aren’t you angry?"

rubbing my hands over my face. What the hell kind of monster does

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

the moment I saw her terrified

her more.

Grace. I’m not

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

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