Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Caine: Disdain

CAINE

My overeager steps slow as I approach the witch’s RV, an unwelcome and all-too-familiar scent heavy in the air.

That damned whelp of an alpha was here.

I barely glance at Reggie’s unconscious form sprawled several feet from the camper. I’ll address his failure to protect what’s mine later.

Pacing the perimeter helps keep my boiling blood at a simmer, even as Fenris growls and snaps in my head. He’s been half-asleep all morning, grumpy with the decision to keep him away from Grace and the children, and harassing me every step of the way here to remind me how terrible of an idea that was.

Just shut up and manifest already.

No way. I’m not manifesting until I know she isn’t angry.

Fucking coward of a wolf.

No, I just don’t want to share blame with my idiot soulbond.

Still a coward, though.

The camper door creaks open and my head jerks up, my heart jumping eagerly. I’m like an overzealous pup, desperate for an ounce of affection—but the feeling dissipates almost immediately.

It’s Ron who emerges, shutting the door behind him to close off even a hint of Grace’s scent. There’s the faint scent of blueberry out here, something I’d breathe in deep in other situations, but not when it’s mixed with her spineless ex’s.

Not so spineless if he’s sneaking around behind your back to get to her.

My molars grind together at Fenris’s oh-so-helpful commentary.

He’s not wrong, which only adds to its irritating flavor.

The teenager leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyebrows raised in what can only be described as pure adolescent judgment.

I pause. Even Fenris halts his mental barbs.

What the hell is this?

I stop my pacing and level a glare in his direction, though I temper its intensity—no need to scare him. Grace would be upset.

slide, even

the camper steps with casual disregard and lets out a dramatic

tone drips with disdain. "I thought the almighty Lycan King would be able to keep

Something unexpected flickers beneath my annoyance. The kid has balls, speaking to me this way. Most grown

importantly, he’s

Good.

I focus on

"Raphael was here."

gone now. Grace was

primal inside

me because I failed to protect

Grace with my own eyes, confirm her safety, and breathe in her scent

kid shifts, deliberately

My back stiffens. "Move."

thumb toward Reggie’s unconscious form, meeting my gaze

suck in a deep breath, reminding myself I see this child as my own son. He’s usually more responsible and less audacious, but he’s mine now, and throwing my child

has risen another point. Congratulations on leveling up your basic

if Fenris was

illegal under

grind even

"Where’s Grace?"

on his own to greet me. Also, mildly annoying. Does she not want to see me as much as I want to

"Inside," Ron answers, unfazed.

out of my way,

"No."

between us drops several degrees. Fenris snickers. Under normal situations, he would be as irritated as I feel, but he seems to enjoy watching Ron get in

watching

remotely. His heartbeat remains steady, his gaze unwavering. He has absolute

this for a reason, Fenris says, finally helpful. He’s

with Bun," Ron explains, still perfectly calm.

doesn’t explain why you won’t let

like I’m being deliberately obtuse. "Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your

half from the reminder and half from Fenris’s mocking laughter. "There’s no issue

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