Kane POV:
Watching Elena storm off, all fire and fury, was the most amusing thing I'd seen in weeks. There she went, marching down the hall, practically vibrating with anger, that fierce little scowl on her face making her look ready to take on the world. And all because I'd let her handle herself with Ashley. Honestly, I couldn't help but feel a spark of pride—and maybe a little thrill at the sight.
"Hey," I called, letting a smirk tug at my lips, "as much as I like you wearing my clothes—and I do prefer you in them, especially around all the unmated wolves you're so eager to impress—I think you might want some of your own."
I saw her falter, just a little, and my smirk grew wider. So, she hadn't realized I'd overheard her muttered plan about "unmated wolves." Oh, this was going to be fun. I could practically feel her frustration seeping from her like heat from a flame, and it was delicious.
