Chapter 91
Evelyn’s POV
Kane and I are silent as we head toward home. True to his word, he’s the one driving me home, so we’re alone in the car together. His attention is pointed ahead at the road while I glance out the window.
I’m not sure why he came to get me or offered to drive me home. He could have sent someone in his place, but he came himself. He does seem a little on edge, though.
I risk a look toward him, not sure if my gaze is undetected or not. I can see the way his hands clench the steering wheel, his jaw remains tight. However, it doesn’t necessarily seem like he’s upset with me.
Finally, I clear my throat. “Thank you for driving me home,” I say, just as a way to break the silence.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Kane replies. “I’m your husband, after all. It’s the least I can do.”
There he goes, still being rough around the edges. But again, it doesn’t seem like he’s angry at me or looking to pick a fight. He seems to be stressed about something else entirely.
I chew at my bottom lip, uncertain. However, I realize how dumb I’m being – there’s a very clear reason why Kane would be so tense.
“I heard the explosion was caused by the rogue wolves,” I comment. Just as I expected, his grip on the steering wheel slightly tightens.
“It was,” he confirms coldly.
“What happened?” I ask, not deterred by his tone. Based on his reaction, I can assume Kane isn’t pleased with the outcome of everything.
He sighs then, his shoulders dropping an inch. “Following the attack and once you were taken away, we made sure the area was surrounded,” he begins, filling in the gaps.
“We were even able to capture some of the wolves and planned on questioning them. However, they all had these pills on them,” Kane says, his voice growing rougher with annoyance. “They took them and essentially committed suicide. Died on the spot. So we’re not any closer to gaining information.”
Kane pauses now, shaking his head as if reliving the whole thing. Stress and anger are clear over his features. “It’s ridiculous – all of these wolves are young, barely able to think for themselves. And they’re just acting without remorse and killing themselves.”
I swallow tightly, his words making my chest ache.
“And nearly getting other people killed,” Kane states then, a strange dip meeting his voice. “They almost got you killed.”
I can’t ignore the frustration that fuels Kane’s words nor do I miss the rigidity of his shoulders or face. If I didn’t know any better…I’d say that Kane was upset that I got hurt.
Perhaps I’m just jumping to conclusions, though. Would he really care about my wellbeing?
“I’m fine,” I tell him, not fully certain what to say, especially as my words don’t seem to ease him.
“I’m just glad no one else got hurt,” I continue.
To that, Kane scoffs. “They’re not even your real pack,” he states. “You don’t have to pretend to care.”
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My brows pull together. “I still have a heart, Kane. I can and do still care about them, regardless of if they accept me or not.”
Following my words, Kane’s gaze lingers over to me so he can study my expression. It’s brief, though, as his eyes have to quickly move back to the road. Still, he seems to capture the seriousness in my features.
And I am serious. I know that his pack doesn’t accept me, really. Maybe they never will.
But that doesn’t mean I want anyone to get hurt. I’d much rather it be me taking the blow. Maybe that’s how Kane felt when he came out to confront me the night he thought I was an intruder – we’d rather it be us.
Regardless, my words seem to have calmed Kane a little as his knuckles are no longer white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. Once more, he sighs.
“I’m sorry,” he states and my whole body becomes alert at the sound of his apology. Have I ever heard Kane apologize before? To me, specifically?
“I’m sorry that you got caught in the middle of the attack,” Kane continues. “I want more than anything for those wolves to be stopped and eliminated, but I’m getting very little support. Everyone else is treating it like a game.”
I note the same passion and concern in Kane’s words from the last time he discussed the rogue wolves. I can tell just how distraught he is from the other night and how they gained no information – I can only imagine how frustrating that must be.
“The other night wasn’t a complete failure,” I begin, my voice surprisingly soft. “Sure, they got away and you didn’t gain any major information. But at least you know the extremes they’ll go to in order to avoid questioning. And maybe…maybe if you milk how your Luna almost died, then the Alpha King will be willing to offer more support.”
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