Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Caine: Where’s the Cat?

CAINE

Grace seems calmer, but she’s still a little too fidgety and pale for my liking.

I sigh. I had been planning on moving us out tonight, at least a little farther so we could get off the road. Now, I’m wondering if we should stay here overnight and leave in the morning.

We should leave soon, Fenris says. Before one of those human cops shows up.

I leave her in the bedroom to relax, feeling the weight of her silence like an uncomfortable boulder pushing down a part of my soul.

What the hell kind of trauma does she carry to trigger such a terrible response? She wasn’t even this afraid after I took over her pack, or when I’d come to her in the forest—though, thinking back on the memory only serves to make my heart twist into an awkward, guilt-ridden pretzel.

I was so angry at the idea of a human mate—irritated by the idea of another mate at all—and took it out on her, furious she dared to be so alluring with her blueberry muffin scent and pretty green eyes.

I’m not exactly known for my gentle touch, but I’m learning. At the very least, I’d never tie her up in a forest again. Or yank at her hair. Or choke her...

Damn it. Fenris is right. Considering our history, it’s a miracle she doesn’t run screaming every time she sees my face.

I told you.

Hindsight is a terrible thing.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, annoyed by the headache I’ve been fighting since earlier this morning.

It’s the cat. It has to be the cat making her feel so strange. Let’s get rid of it.

"I can’t do that."

Why not?

Because if I get rid of the cat now, she’ll think I lied about not being angry. She’ll think I’m punishing her.

both hands over my face, roughly scrubbing away the faint exhaustion after a

out, and I hate how he knows

about the cat. I’m angry she put

hadn’t been just some

already told her a bunch of bullshit about how I’m not

to stand by

this time to reprogram

"Fuck off, Fenris."

a

the floor with the damn dog, who seems content with her life as a toddler’s

rules on swearing around pups in the pack, but

front of Bun,"

and

to speak up. "You’re the only one

she looks

what to do about the girl. She gets closer, but then returns to inexplicable states of fear around me. Perhaps it just takes time. I’ve heard

them to swear," Ron explains from his position on the floor beside Bun as she plays a

one thing

as I look them over. "Where’s

and Sara exchange glances, and it isn’t subtle at

these two really think they can

the pressure, even though both

is the

She dashes to me, forgetting about the dog as she holds both hands

cat you’re talking about?" Jer ask, with an exaggerated face of surprise. "It’s just our sweet Bun. She loves

"Meow!"

a cat. She was a cat the entire

takes his favored seat on the couch with a sigh. "Don’t drag me into

my arms and lean against the kitchen counter, watching in amusement as these children scramble to sell their story.

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