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 confusion to

he opens his mouth again.

"Squawk!"

He narrows a furious glare behind me, aggression flooding the air

to turn to know he’s directing his anger

my wrist sends a precise lash of dominance slicing through the

ground hard with a cap-breaking thud. His shocked eyes

voice winter-cold, "to be so weak you’ve been hexed by a

her protection: High Alpha, forgive my unseemly appearance. I’ll teach

burning gaze slides past me again as he

respond with words. The pressure of my dominance rolls off me in waves, narrowed to the man in front of me. Reggie’s spine curves, fighting it for barely a second before his

on all fours now, exactly where he

panicked submission floods our

job," I cut in, each word precise and cold, "was

my aura leaving him fighting for each inhale. The witch attacked me,

fight the urge to look back. Not to clarify his words, obviously, but just to look at her.

I have to deal with

one to know

forward from inside me, taking shape beside

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

pack link, vibrating with terrible power.

can’t hear it, but Reggie feels the full impact; the weight of an

those I have under my

remains in his position as sweat breaks out

from Reggie’s ear. His jaw snaps shut with a cruel

his chest nearly touching the ground. The stink of humiliation

was wrong, High Alpha, he acknowledges through the link, the thought small and contrite.

him, letting the

new assignment is to monitor the Blue Mountain

any task that removes

look at Grace or any of those children the

the threat hang unfinished. Some promises are more effective when left to the

He lunges forward and sinks his teeth into Reggie’s

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

words and warnings, but our wolves are far more

feet immediately. At least he isn’t pale and swaying like

this time doesn’t slide behind me

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