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—

Concrete cold against my feet. The smell of mold and

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

different. Completely different. It

said it was

one, who’s cruel and strange and somehow thinks he’d have Ellie on one side and me on

again, refusing to linger on the whys and

in trouble for helping a rogue wolf is not the same as bringing a

heave a sigh before pushing myself up, forcing

Get over it

cross my legs into the fake zen pose people do when they’re trying to convince themselves

Me.

I’m people.

I suck in a deep breath and let it out

out of this horrible, mortifying

shameless and

pretend nothing happened, maybe Caine won’t say anything either, and we can

not totally insane and apparently prone to

he wasn’t even

be getting from this is clearly not

around behind my eyelids. Focusing on them makes it easier to calm down and slow my racing

Okay.

didn’t have an absolute fucking meltdown when her boyfriend dragged her to a private room to discuss bringing an unauthorized

face, but my

I approach the dresser mirror, leaning in to examine my pathetic attempt at

like a lunatic. Or maybe someone auditioning to play a haunted doll. The reddened

being okay

my hands out and roll my

Take two.

pleasant: Bun’s excitement every time we hand

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