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.

contorts, morphing from

and then he opens

"Squawk!"

broken something in him. He narrows a furious glare behind me, aggression flooding the air

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

of my wrist sends a precise

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

winter-cold, "to be so weak

pack link, his thoughts scrabble, thankfully unchanged by whatever strange prank Lyre’s added to her protection:

burning gaze slides past me again as he

of me. Reggie’s spine curves, fighting it for barely a second before his arms shoot out, palms slapping

now,

please— Another mental rush of panicked submission floods our link. I

each word precise and cold, "was to protect everyone in that

for each inhale. The witch

words, obviously, but just to look at her. To take a minute to sniff in her pretty blueberry scent and

I have to deal with

one to

and vicious surges forward from inside me, taking shape beside me in

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

the pack link, vibrating

connection carries every ounce of our shared disgust. Grace and Ron can’t hear it, but Reggie feels the full impact; the weight of

you intimidate those I have under my protection,

his

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

nearly touching the ground. The stink of

wrong, High Alpha, he acknowledges through the link, the thought

down at him,

safety," I say finally. "Your new assignment is to monitor the Blue Mountain alpha. His behavior has been... erratic. Report directly

grateful for any task that removes him from my

as look at Grace or any

let the threat hang unfinished. Some promises are more

lunges forward and sinks his teeth into Reggie’s shoulder, then jerks his head back, tearing skin from muscle and letting

doesn’t fight back. His shoulder will be healed by tomorrow, so

and warnings, but our

snap, and Reggie shoves to his feet immediately. At least he isn’t pale and

doesn’t slide behind me to

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