Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Caine: She’s Human
CAINE
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I want to see her.
My wolf’s whine is loud and pathetic in my mental eardrum, but I ignore it. He’s had a bug up his ass ever since sneaking into the Blue Mountain Pack’s Mate Hunt against my orders.
He was supposed to be checking on the Blue Mountain Alpha’s movements, not hunting down some human girl…
The crack of bone against bone echoes through the training room. My beta’s fist connects with my jaw, a hit that should knock any other wolf unconscious.
“Your head’s not in this.” Jack-Eye circles me on the mat, his red hair loose from its tie. “When was the last time I landed a hit that easy? When we were fifteen?”
I spit blood onto the floor. The copper taste lingers on my tongue. “Again.”
“Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on? You’ve been a prime dick of a boss for days.”
She smells delicious. Like blueberry muffins and spring mornings. Fenris’s voice drifts through my mind, taunting.
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“Shut up,” I snap.
Jack-Eye’s brow raises. “I didn’t say anything.”
My fingers curl into fists. The tattoos beneath my shirt burn, a constant reminder of the blessing of the Lycan throne. A blessing that’s turned into a curse these past days.
Fenris huffs. You can’t keep me away from her.
“Watch me.” I launch at Jack-Eye, channeling my frustration into each strike.
He blocks, barely. “Who are you talking to? Fenris giving you trouble?”
A low growl rumbles through my chest. “Focus on the fight.”
“You first!” Jack-Eye sweeps my legs.
I hit the mat. The impact shoots through my spine, but I roll and spring back up. Sweat drips down my chest, soaking through my shirt.
She needs us, Fenris insists.
“She needs nothing from us.” It takes only a second to close the gap between us. My fist connects with Jack-Eye’s ribs. The satisfying crunch does nothing to silence Fenris.
Jack-Eye stumbles back, wheezing. “She? There’s a woman involved?”
My eyes narrow as he abandons all pretense of sparring. “Drop it,” I warn him, as if he isn’t my best friend on top of being my beta.
“You let Fenris go to Blue Mountain’s territory.” He straightens, pressing a hand to his side as he calculates the situation. “During their Mate Hunt. Did you find yours?”
Tell him. Tell him how perfect she is. How she trusted us in the forest.
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“Fenris, I swear—”
You can’t deny what you felt. What we both felt.
Jack-Eye’s eyes narrow. “You did. You found your mate, didn’t you? Your wolf’s obsessed with someone.”
My molars grind together. “My wolf needs to remember his place.”
My place is wherever she is.
The room spins. The tattoos burn hotter, Fenris fighting against our bond. I grab the nearest wall, steadying myself.
“Caine?” Jack-Eye steps forward.
“Stay back!”
I’m going to her. Tonight. With or without your permission.
“Like hell you are.” The words tear from my throat in a growl.
Pain rips through my chest. The tattoos glow blue beneath my shirt, pulsing with each of Fenris’s attempts to break free. My knees buckle.
She’s alone. Scared. They cast her out. They’ve washed away my scent.
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It became our problem when you let me protect her that night.
Tell him. Tell him how you watched through my eyes as she curled against our fur. How your heart stopped when she smiled.
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“You can’t stop me, Caine.” Fenris’s voice echoes in both my mind and the room, flowing out with a pulse of alpha aura, causing Jack-Eye to stumble. “Not this time.”
“I’m done watching you deny what we both know.” His claws click against the floor as he walks. “She’s ours to protect.”
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Fenris pauses at the door. “She’s ours.”
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