Calla’s POV

I let myself sit outside for twenty minutes, hoping that hiding on the porch would help me figure things out. But I soon realized that if I wanted answers, I had to face Kane and demand the explanations that were long overdue.

Inside the cabin, the air was warm, filled with a mix of antiseptic and that unique smell of Kane—leather, motor oil, and something wild lurking beneath. Luna was nowhere to be seen, leaving Kane alone in what resembled a living room. He was still ...