Kane’s POV
The door slammed shut behind me and for a long second I just stood there, staring at the door, my fists balled so tight my claws pushed through my palms.
Thinking about her tear, her voice cracking as she begged me not to make her explain. The way she pushed me away when I was about to mark her.
It replayed over and over, sharper than any blade.
Rafe tore at the edges of my control, his growls scraping my skull. She’s ours, she’s ours. Why didn’t she let us? Why is she keeping us away?
“Shut up,” I snarled under my breath, but the bond pulsed faintly in my chest, taunting me. She was still there, still mine, yet she’d pushed me away.
I walked down the hall, my body shaking barely containing my anger. My steps echoed hard against the floor and the guards posted at the corne
