ELENA'S POV:
The kitchen was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. I stood there, sipping juice, trying to shake off the tension from the day. Suddenly, arms snaked around my waist, pulling me into a firm embrace. I stiffened, expecting to hear Kane's soothing voice.
But what I heard instead made my blood run cold.
"Why are you resisting me, little wolf?" a husky whisper tickled my ear, laced with menace. My breath caught. Kane never called me little wolf.
I froze, dread washing over me like icy water as the realization struck. This wasn't Kane. It was Dean.
I tried to twist out of his hold, to shove him off, but my limbs felt like lead, unresponsive to my commands. A sickening thought struck me—had he drugged me? Was it the juice I had just drank? Panic surged through me, but I was trapped, unable to fight back.