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.

instinct demands I touch her, pull her against me

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

she backtracks when I get angry, or softens her words. Things she doesn’t need to do in front of

reaction of the weak before the strong. But this isn’t what’s

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

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

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

are you like this?" I demand, sounding

Great job, idiot.

lips barely move. "I don’t

isn’t the woman who stood toe-to-toe with me at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire in

She looks broken.

hold on my alpha aura. Even a flicker

isn’t like you," I say, keeping my voice

She shakes her head.

you think I’ll hit

and sharper this

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

argued before. She stood toe to toe with me

it isn’t the argument... is it my anger? But she’s faced

Which means...

murmurs. She’s afraid

care about the stupid cat, Grace.

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

sight makes my

"Aren’t you angry?"

the hell kind of monster does she think

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

rush I felt the moment I saw her terrified face, I’d

more. It’s like handling a wolf

Grace. I’m not

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

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