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.

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

I fight to keep my temper at bay. No point in fuming over something she can’t control; it will only make her worry. Grace seems to take the blame for things onto her shoulders, even if it isn’t her responsibility to

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

this is an ingrained reaction of the weak before

who’s noticed all this about her. Give me some credit, will

twist in her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry

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

you like this?" I demand, sounding

Great job, idiot.

lips barely move. "I don’t know. I’m

at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire in her veins and a spark in her soul;

She looks broken.

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

I say, keeping my voice soft and

She shakes her head.

think I’ll

sharper this time, but still doesn’t look at my

think you would be very angry about the cat, Fenris points out, finally being helpful instead of just annoyingly observant. Like

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

it my

Which means...

Fenris murmurs. She’s

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

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

sight makes my

"Aren’t you angry?"

over my face. What the hell kind of monster does she think

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

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

her more.

I’m not

like she doesn’t believe me, and she

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