Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Caine: You’ve Chosen Well

CAINE

Grace looks awkward, her smile a little too forced and her eyebrows pulled together. Strange. I thought assuring her of our secret being safe would make her happier, but it seems to have done the opposite.

I give up. You’ll never understand.

Ignoring Fenris’s pointless commentary, I head for Reggie’s unconscious form with a faint sneer. Nudging his body with my foot yields no reaction. His breathing is deep and even, his skin tinged pink with healthy blood flow, and his presence in the pack link is muted, but not gone.

He’s sleeping.

No shit. Kicking his leg doesn’t wake him up, either. While I don’t have a bucket of water to throw on his face—and I would—I’m certain it wouldn’t wake him up from his peaceful slumber.

Whatever little trick the witch weaved into her camper protection is working very well, indeed.

Reluctant admiration trickles its way into my brain. It’s pathetic for a Lycan to be so easily rendered helpless, but it’s only proven the potency of her power.

"Manifest," I order Fenris, this time poking the toe of my shoe at Reggie’s temple. With the change in position, his mouth falls open.

Then he begins to snore.

Nope. You’re about to harass her about that pup again, and I’m not stupid enough to stand in the crossfire.

Would a little loyalty hurt?

Yes.

My mouth twitches with irritation, and the surge of power I send Reggie’s way might be a little more than necessary.

"Wake up," I snap, his snoring sounding like a saw on my very last nerve. But I’m still conscientious enough to narrow the range of unleashed dominance, not wanting to scare Grace or the children. As far as they’re aware, I’ve done nothing.

But Reggie twitches, and his mental space in our pack link flickers with life.

Infusing my voice with the power of an alpha is as easy as breathing. "Wake up, Reginald."

His eyes snap open, unfocused and disoriented as my dominance fights through the strange blanket of energy surrounding his presence in the pack. After a few blinks he scrambles to his feet, as awkward as a newborn pup, limbs moving in awkward jerks until he’s finally standing in front of me, shoulders pulled back as he tries to salvage some dignity.

His eyes are finally clear, but when he opens his mouth, only a loud squawk comes out.

There wasn’t much sound in the area to begin with, but it falls into dead silence as the sound fades.

morphing from confusion to

works, and then he opens

"Squawk!"

a furious

my veins, power gathering under my skin like a storm. I don’t even need to turn to know he’s directing his anger at Grace, my little human who can barely throw a proper

sends a precise lash

hit the ground hard with a cap-breaking thud. His shocked eyes snap to mine, mouth hanging

feel ashamed," I say, my voice winter-cold, "to be so weak you’ve been hexed by a

unchanged by whatever strange prank Lyre’s added to her protection: High Alpha, forgive my

gaze slides past me again

to the man in front of me. Reggie’s spine curves, fighting it for barely a second

all fours now, exactly

rush of panicked submission floods our

word precise and cold,

breath comes harder, the pressure of my aura leaving him fighting for each inhale. The witch attacked me, High

his words, obviously, but just

I have to deal with this

one to know

from inside me, taking shape beside me in a rush

black form rippling with barely contained rage. His snarl cuts is bone-chilling, his

fills the pack link, vibrating with terrible power. Reggie flinches. "Don’t blame

carries every ounce of our shared disgust. Grace and Ron can’t hear it, but Reggie feels

I have under my protection,

but he remains in his position as sweat breaks out across

closer, his massive head lowering until his muzzle is inches from Reggie’s ear. His jaw

his chest nearly touching the ground. The stink of humiliation rises from him in

Alpha, he acknowledges through the link, the thought small and contrite. Completely wrong. I misunderstood the

down at him, letting

new assignment is to monitor

any task that removes him

look at Grace or any of those

hang unfinished. Some promises are more effective

doesn’t bother with threats. He lunges forward and sinks his teeth into Reggie’s shoulder, then jerks his head back, tearing skin

fight back. His shoulder will be healed by tomorrow, so the damage isn’t

but our wolves are far

shoves to his feet immediately. At least

time doesn’t slide behind

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