Kane POV
I drove like a madman, my foot heavy on the accelerator as I pushed the car well past the speed limit. My mind was racing faster than the engine. That sly bastard, Dean. If he had done anything to hurt Elena—if he had so much as touched her—I'd make him regret every moment of his miserable existence.
The house came into view, and I slammed the brakes, not even bothering to park properly. I was out of the car and inside within seconds, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Elena," I called, my voice echoing through the house as I sprinted up the stairs.
I found her in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed, looking anything but okay. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing her distress.
"Elena, are you okay?" I asked, my voice a mix of urgency and worry.