ALAINA’S POV

I froze, staring at Kane. My fingers felt numb and heavy, like they didn’t belong to me.

He stood a few feet away. I looked at him in shock. I thought he would snitch on me but he didn’t.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

His tone was deep and cold, but not cruel.

My wolf bristled instead of whimpering. She wasn’t afraid—she was wary, guarded, ready to bare her teeth if needed.

Slowly, I lifted my burned hand toward him. But the moment his fingers neared mine, instinct ...