Elena POV:
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the hell was I thinking? Why did I come downstairs? I should've stayed hidden. I should've been smarter. The storage room had been the perfect hiding place—dusty, dark, and so inconspicuous that even his overly obsessive wolf wouldn't think to look there. But no, my stupid stomach had to ruin everything.
I hadn't eaten since the shopping spree. Last night after I sneaked in Kane place, I had woken up starving, my stomach growling like a rogue wolf, but I hadn't dared to step out of my hiding spot. What if he was back? What if he was prowling around, waiting to catch me? No way. I was determined to wait until midday, when I was sure he'd be out, probably hunting me down in the forest.