Turning Dark

Kane's POV

A slow, predatory smile curled on my lips as I watched her move through the trees, completely unaware of the eyes following her every step. She thought she was leaving. She thought she could escape me. Foolish, naive little mate.

She didn't even sense me. Pathetic.

If I had been an enemy, she would already be dead. Her breathing was uneven, her movements uncoordinated, ruled by emotions rather than instinct. Weak. Vulnerable. Mine. She needed me. She didn't realize it yet, but she did. She needed me to protect her, to keep her from making reckless, idiotic decisions like this.

I moved soundlessly through the shadows, my steps light, my presence nothing more than a whisper against the night. She didn't even flinch, didn't even hesitate, completely oblivious to the danger that lurked just behind her. She was supposed to be a wolf, my mate, yet she couldn't even sense when she was being hunted.