Back To The Begining

Elena POV

The night didn't end.

It just folded into another, darker day.

Kane had stopped trying to talk to me hours ago. Maybe he finally realized I didn't want his apologies or explanations—I wanted Dean. I wanted answers that didn't sound like cages. And I wanted my rage to stop eating me alive.

He thought I was sleeping. I wasn't. I hadn't slept since that scream was torn out of Dean's throat.

I waited.

Waited until Kane's footsteps faded down the hallway, his aura dimming, the house falling into silence. He was giving me space—good. Because I didn't want him near me. Not right now.

I moved slowly. Quietly.

Every floorboard felt like it would give me away, like the house itself was trying to stop me.

But I didn't stop.