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.

let insubordination slide, even from a child under my

steps

disdain. "I thought the almighty Lycan King would

eyes narrow as I assess the boy’s unexpected challenge. Something unexpected flickers beneath my annoyance. The kid has balls, speaking to me this

importantly, he’s protective

Good.

glower, I

"Raphael was here."

nods. "He’s gone now.

particular detail soothes something primal inside

myself he’s in need of protection. He’s upset with me because

doesn’t budge from his sentry position. I move to brush past him, eager to see Grace with

the kid shifts,

My back stiffens. "Move."

He jerks his thumb toward Reggie’s unconscious form, meeting my gaze without a single

usually more responsible and less audacious, but he’s mine now, and throwing my child off the steps

point. Congratulations on leveling up your

swear, if

illegal

grind

"Where’s Grace?"

out here on his own to greet me. Also, mildly annoying.

"Inside," Ron answers, unfazed.

out of

"No."

Fenris snickers. Under normal situations, he would be as irritated as I feel, but he seems to enjoy watching

like watching you

His heartbeat remains steady, his gaze unwavering. He has absolute faith I won’t hurt him, and it

obviously doing this for a reason, Fenris says, finally

with Bun," Ron explains, still perfectly calm. "There

frown, momentarily distracted. Applesauce? "That doesn’t explain why you won’t let me

like I’m being deliberately obtuse. "Aren’t you supposed

from the reminder and half from Fenris’s mocking laughter. "There’s

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