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.

my face, roughly scrubbing away the faint exhaustion

Fenris points out, and I hate how he

I’m

been just some random

told her a bunch of bullshit about

stand by my

can take this time to reprogram your personality,

"Fuck off, Fenris."

squeals, a half-second after

floor with the damn dog, who

we have any strict rules on swearing around pups in the pack, but it still sounds off-putting to hear a toddler repeat words she shouldn’t even be

in front of Bun," I announce to the room

my way, and all three of those children look

the first to speak up.

looks at my face, blanches,

not sure 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 girls

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

only one thing

look them over. "Where’s the

Sara exchange glances, and it isn’t subtle at all. "What

two really

under the pressure, even though both Sara and Jer look away, unable to keep eye

the

dashes to me, forgetting about the dog

with an exaggerated face

"Meow!"

entire time you were gone. Right, Ron?" Sara says, sounding higher pitched than

and takes his favored seat on the couch

children scramble to sell their story. They’re terrible liars. They’ll have to

hisses, "Help us

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