Getting Away

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.