Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Caine: Her Reaction

CAINE

My first instinct is anger, but between Fenris’s nagging and the look on Grace’s face the moment I walk through the door, it disappears.

She’s so pale I’m certain she’ll faint at any moment, and her entire body’s trembling as a disturbingly familiar, sour scent rolls off her.

Fuck the cat. And the dog.

This is a bigger problem.

Grabbing her wrist, I drag her to Lyre’s bedroom, trying to block the pounding in my head.

You shouldn’t just snatch her like that. It makes it worse.

I know.

I fucking know.

But if I open my mouth right now, who knows what’ll come out.

Your restraint would be commendable if you weren’t scaring her even more. Still, I suppose it’s progress.

My wolf is on my last damn nerve.

I pull Grace to the bed, setting her on the edge of it before releasing her wrist. She jerks it to her chest immediately, rubbing it with her other hand as if I hurt her.

This doesn’t seem like a conversation we should have near the children, but my attempt to buy us privacy seems to have made the entire situation worse.

Her eyes fix on the floor, shoulders bunched so tight they nearly touch her ears. The scent of terror is thick in the air, and it makes my stomach twist.

Grace is afraid of me.

It isn’t the first time. Her fear was present through most of our beginning encounters, but it hurts to scent it now. We’ve come so far from the girl who flinched every time I so much as looked her way.

You’ve made it worse, Fenris notes, like I don’t have fucking eyeballs.

Every instinct demands I touch her, pull her against me until her trembling stops. But this ridiculous issue with transference...

My molars grind together as I fight to keep my temper at bay. No point in fuming over something she can’t control; it will only make her worry. Grace seems to take the blame for things onto her shoulders, even if it isn’t her responsibility to bear.

Even when she’s trying to put boundaries between us, she backtracks when I get angry, or softens her words. Things she doesn’t need to do in front of me.

For some people, this is an ingrained reaction of the weak before the strong. But this isn’t what’s happening with Grace.

You act like you’re the one who’s noticed all this about her. Give me some credit, will you?

I kneel in front of her, making sure to keep space between us. Her hands twist in her lap, shaking with the force of her grip. Her blueberry muffin scent is thicker in here, and keeps me calm even as her fear agitates something deep inside.

I wish Brax could come back to life so we can kill him again. This time, I’d do it myself. But slower, torturing him until he’s begging for relief.

"Why are you like this?" I demand, sounding more aggressive than I mean to be.

Great job, idiot.

Grace’s lips barely move. "I don’t know. I’m sorry."

I frown. This isn’t the woman who stood toe-to-toe with me at the camper site, arguing about car seats. She has fire in her veins and a spark in her soul; this is like a pathetic shell of herself.

She looks broken.

Keeping my breathing calm takes more effort than it should, and I keep a tight hold on my alpha aura. Even a flicker of it at this state will make her withdraw further, and I can’t have that.

"This isn’t like you," I say, keeping my voice soft and even. "Why are you afraid?"

She shakes her head.

"Do you think I’ll hit you?"

She shakes her head again, quicker and sharper this time, but still doesn’t look at my face.

She seemed to think you would be very angry about the cat, Fenris points out, finally being helpful instead of just annoyingly observant. Like she expected an argument.

Punishment, Fenris murmurs. She’s afraid of punishment.

Considering your past—

Lay. Off.

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