Elena's POV
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with Kane, but he is scaring the shit out of me.
This isn't him. This isn't the man I trusted, the one who used to be gentle, soft—loving. That Kane is gone, replaced by something dark, something dangerous. Now, he's possessive, obsessive, dominant in a way that makes my skin crawl. And if I wasn't so terrified, I'd also add asshole to the list.
He wasn't just chasing me.
He was hunting me.
Like this was some kind of sick, twisted game and I was the prey.
My heart pounded against my ribs as I pushed forward, feet barely touching the forest floor. The night air burned in my lungs, my legs ached, but I didn't dare stop. Not when I could feel him closing in.
I wasn't imagining it—I felt him. His presence was everywhere, thick and suffocating, like the darkness itself was bending to his will. The mate bond pulsed in my veins, screaming at me, warning me, binding me to him no matter how much I wanted to rip it away.
But I wasn't his.
