Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Grace: Fake It Til You Make It

I collapse where I am, curling my knees to my chest. My throat still feels tight.

Caine must think I’m certifiably insane. What kind of person freaks out the way I did? And the moment he grabbed my wrist, I shut down completely.

It wasn’t like he hurt me. It wasn’t like he did anything wrong. He was trying to talk to me in private. Perfectly understandable.

And yet my entire body reacted like he was about to throw me into traffic.

I slide up the bed until I can bury my face in a pillow.

"I’m losing it."

It’s the only explanation.

I smack my forehead against the pillow once. Twice. Three times. Maybe if I hit hard enough, I can knock some sense back into myself.

Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. Caine was so worried and gentle, he’d even asked if I thought he would hurt me. Of course I don’t think he’ll hurt me.

Well—not anymore, anyway.

"You’re crazy. You’ve gone insane. You’ve lost your mind."

Each sentence is punctuated with a frustrated thump of my face into fluff.

The embarrassment is almost worse than the sudden spike of fear. Now, anyway.

My heartbeat gradually evens out, and the flush of heat going up my neck and prickling along my scalp recedes.

But the self-loathing stays.

It doesn’t make sense. Caine wasn’t yelling at me. He didn’t grab me with any real force. Sure, I couldn’t pull away easily, but it wouldn’t have been impossible.

Nothing about the situation should have triggered such a level of panic.

So why did it feel like—

my feet. The smell of mold

Please let me out.

I’ll be good.

I’ll

violently, forcing the memory back where it belongs. Locked away. Buried deep, where it’s been for four years

It was a big mistake.

it was

who’s cruel and strange and

off again, refusing to linger

rogue wolf is not the same as bringing a cat

sigh before pushing myself up, forcing

Get over

my legs into the fake zen pose

Me.

I’m people.

shoulders pack like I’m trying to impress lifelong yoga-doers (not me), I suck in a deep

out of

shameless and

Caine won’t say anything either, and

totally insane and apparently prone to freaking out

wasn’t even

I’m supposed to be getting from

press the heels of my hands against my eyes, watching the colorful shapes bounce around behind my eyelids.

Okay.

like she didn’t have an absolute fucking meltdown when her boyfriend dragged her to a private room to discuss bringing an unauthorized cat into the

my cheeks ache almost immediately. I probably look

off the bed, I approach the dresser mirror, leaning in to examine my pathetic

look like a lunatic. Or maybe someone auditioning to play a

on, Grace. You’ve faked being okay a thousand times. This is

hands out and roll

Take two.

Bun’s excitement every time we

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