Kane’s POV
I watch as Evelyn leaves the room, stare at her back until her white-blonde hair disappears and the door closes behind her.
The room is eerily quiet around me as I stand alone, looking at every seat empty as they remain pointed in my direction as if I’m addressing an invisible audience. However, my gaze falls to the table in front of me, my jaw rolling as I consider the woman who just left.
I think of her words, her strange and sudden decision to offer words of reassurance despite me not asking. Despite this pack not truly being her own.
Despite how awful I’ve been to her.
We’ve been at each other’s throats for weeks, but Evelyn is the one who was thrown into a den of vipers all on her own and has fought her way through. But instead of being cruel and resentful, she someh
