Kane’s POV
When I left the training ground, I just stood there in the hall, my breath coming too fast, my chest heaving like I’d run for miles. My fists were clenched so tight my claws were half out, cutting into my palms. I could still smell her, sweat, fire, adrenaline and beneath it all, faint traces of Lucas
I slammed my fist into the wall. The stone cracked under the blow, pain jolted up my arm.
“She’s mine,” I growled under my breath. My voice came out rough not even sounding like me anymore.
But the memory of her face, chin tilted up, eyes burning, defiance trembling through her voice cut through my anger
What if it’s about me? she had said.
The words replayed again and again. The look in her eyes when she said them wasn’t weakness, It wasn’t desperation, It was power.
I drag
