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 against me until her trembling

it will only make her worry. Grace seems to take the blame for things onto

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

is an ingrained reaction of the weak before the strong. But

all this about

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

This time, I’d do it myself. But slower, torturing him

you like this?" I demand, sounding more aggressive than I mean to

Great job, idiot.

lips barely move. "I don’t know. I’m

me at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire

She looks broken.

my alpha aura. Even a flicker of it at this state will make her withdraw further,

my voice soft

She shakes her head.

think I’ll

and sharper this

angry about the cat, Fenris points out, finally being helpful instead of just annoyingly observant. Like she expected an

before. She stood

is it my anger? But she’s

Which means...

murmurs. She’s

the stupid cat, Grace. Fenris already

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

makes

"Aren’t you angry?"

my face. What the hell

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

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

more. It’s like handling

Grace. I’m not

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

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