Kane POV:
Where the hell is she?
It's been hours—half the damn day, and still, no sign of her. I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration boil over, threatening to snap the tenuous control I had over my wolf.
We found the motorbike. Just sitting there, abandoned against a tree in the middle of the dense forest, like a mocking reminder of her defiance. Her scent had been strong around it at first, faint traces of her panic and determination still lingering. But after that? Nothing. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
I paced around the area where the bike was found, my wolf restless and snarling. He wanted to tear through the forest, to howl until she heard us, but it wouldn't do any good. She's hiding. And she's good at it.
"How the hell did she pull this off?" I muttered to myself, kicking at the dirt. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "She's one woman, one stubborn, frustrating, maddening woman, and yet..."