<b>Chapter </b><b>61 </b>
Skye’s POV
<b>My </b>stomach dropped <b>as </b>1 recognized the tall figure in the center–rust–colored hair, emerald eyes<b>, </b>and that same predatory smile I remembered <b>front </b><b>our </b>
first meeting.
Kane had found me<b>. </b>
1 instinctively reached for Nadia’s arm, squeezing it in warning as Kane’s emerald gaze swept across the room, settling on us with disturbing precision. His smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp for a human setting. The two men nking him were unfamiliar, but <b>their </b>stiff postures
and vignt eyes marked them clearly as werewolves–Kane’s enforcers, no doubt.
‘Don’t make a scene,” I whispered to Nadia, whose body had gone rigid beside me. “There are too many humans here.”
Kane cut through the crowd with predatory grace, his expensive suit out of ce among the casual wedding attire. When he reached us<b>, </b>that familiar scent hit me—pine needles mixed with something metallic, like blood.
“Ladies,” he drawled, his voice carrying the same false charm I remembered from our encounter at Oasisborn’s celebration. “How delightful to see you again<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Nadia stepped slightly forward, positioning herself between Kane and me. “What are you doing here<b>?</b><b>” </b>she demanded, keeping her voice low but <b>unable </b><b>to </b>hide the hostility.
Before Kane could respond, Jessie appeared at <b>my </b>side, her wedding dress rustling as <b>she </b>took in our <b>unexpected </b>guests<b>. </b>Her cheeks were flushed with happiness and perhaps a bit too much champagne, making <b>her </b>oblivious to <b>the </b>tension crackling between <b>us</b><b>. </b>
*Skye, are these three handsome guys friends of yours too?” she asked, her eyes appreciatively scanning <b>Kane’s </b>tall <b>frame</b>.
“No,” I replied coldly, my eyes never leaving Kane’s. “They’re not friends. Please leave<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>added, directing this <bst </b><b>part </b>to Kane rather than Jessie.
Kane’s smile didn’t falter. “How could you be <b>so </b>cold? After <b>I </b>came all this <b>way </b>just to <b>see </b>you.” The mock hurt in his voice made <b>my </b><b>skin </b>crawl<b>. </b>
Confusion flickered across Jessie’s <b>face </b><b>as </b>she nced between us<b>, </b>finally registering the hostility in <b>the </b>air. Ever the <b>peacemaker</b><b>, </b>she forced a bright smile. “Well, <b>any </b>friends of friends are wee here! It’s my special <b>day</b><b>, </b>and everyone’s <b>invited </b><b>to </b>enjoy <b>themselves</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
She signaled frantically to the DJ, who immediately transitioned from a slow bad to an upbeat dance number. The floor quickly filled with guests <b>eager </b><b>to </b>show off their moves, creating a buffer of bodies between us and the exit.
‘I’d love to take advantage of this wonderful music,” Kane said smoothly, extending his hand toward me. <b>“</b>May I have this dance?”
“No,” I replied firmly, but he had already grasped my wrist<b>, </b>his fingers closing around it like a steel trap.
“I insist,” he said, all pretense of politeness vanishing from his <b>eyes </b>as he pulled me toward the dance floor.
I didn’t <b>resist </b>or make <b>a </b><b>scene</b>. My mind quickly registered the dozens of innocent humans surrounding <b>us</b>. Kane’s boldness ining here meant <b>he </b>was dangerous enough to hurt them if provoked.
Nadia was instantly on our heels, her dark eyes shing with barely contained rage. She positioned herself directly in our path, blocking <b>Kane’s </b>progress toward the center of the dance floor.
“Let her go,” she growled, her voice pitched low enough that only werewolf hearing could catch it over the music.
Kane leaned forward, his lips almost brushing Nadia’s <b>ear </b>as he whispered, “You’d better behave <b>yourselves</b>. Without Adrian to protect you, you’re nothing butmbs in the presence of a wolf. My wolf.”
Nadia didn’t back down, her chin lifting defiantly. ‘Why don’t you try finding out just how defenseless we are?”
I could see the subtle changes beginning in Nadia’s posture–the slight elongation <b>of </b><b>her </b>fingers, the faint reddish <b>glow </b>beginning <b>to </b><b>seep </b>into her irises. Signs that her wolf was dangerously close to the <b>surface</b><b>. </b>If she shifted here<b>, </b>surrounded by humans<b>… </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>61 </b>
<b>Kane </b><b>seemed </b><b>to </b><b>recognize </b>the risk as well. His smile turned cruel as he <b>spoke </b><b>directly </b><b>to </b><b>me</b><b>. </b><b>You </b><b>wouldn’t </b><b>want </b>your <b>friend’s </b>wedding to JUIN (RO) <b>funeral</b><b>, </b><b>would </b><b>you</b><b>? </b>
His words <b>sent </b>ice through my veins. <b>These </b>weren’t empty threats. I’d heard stories of Kane’s brutality, of entire familles ughtered for encroaching on <b>what </b>he considered his territory.
“Nadia<b>, </b>don’t<b>,</b>” <b>I </b>cautioned, meeting her <b>eyes </b>with silent pleading. “Not here.”
Something in my <b>expression </b>must have reached her, because the red glow in her eyes dimmed slightly. Kane took advantage of her hesitation to pull me onto <b>the </b>dance floor, one hand firmly gripping my waist while the other maintained its vise–like hold on my wrist.
“That’s better,” he murmured, forcing me into a mockery of a dance as the music pulsed around us. “You’re learning to be reasonable.”
His grip tightened painfully against my skin.
<b>“</b>What do you want?” I demanded, keeping my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my stomach.
<b>He </b>didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, inhaling deeply against my neck in a gesture that was both invasive and deliberately provocative. Then<b>, </b>with horrifying boldness, he pressed his lips against my <b>skin</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>contact burning like acid.<fnc1d4> Newest update provided by find?novel</fnc1d4>
<b>‘</b><b>Get </b>off!” I jerked backward, but his grip only tightened,
<b>“</b><b>You </b>look delicious in formal wear,” he murmured against my throat.
Before <b>I </b>could respond, a blur of white and pink thrust itself between us. <b>Jessie </b><b>stood </b>there<b>, </b>her wedding dress slightly <b>askew</b><b>, </b>eyes zing with <b>protective </b>fury as she shoved at Kane’s chest.
“What <b>the </b>hell do <b>you </b>think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice cutting through <b>the </b><b>music</b><b>. </b>“<b>Get </b>your filthy hands off <b>my </b>friend, you disgusting <b>creep</b><b>! </b>
Kane looked momentarily stunned–clearly unustomed to humans standing up to him. His surprise quickly gave way to amusement, then darkened <b>into </b>something dangerous as Jessie continued her tirade.
‘I don’t know who you think you are<b>,</b><b>‘ </b>she spat, “but nobody acts like that at my wedding!” With surprising force <b>for </b><b>someone </b>her <b>size</b><b>, </b>she delivered <i>a </i>stinging p across Kane’s <b>face</b>.
The sound seemed to echo across the dance floor, conversation dying as guests turned to stare. For one terrifying moment, I thought Kane might lose control right there. His eyes shed with inhuman rage, his body coiling like a spring about to <b>release</b><b>. </b>
Then, with deliberate slowness, he grabbed Jessie by her shoulders <b>and </b>threw her to the ground with enough <b>force </b><b>that </b>she <b>slid </b>several feet <b>across </b><b>the </b>polished floor.
“Jessie!” I screamed, lunging toward her.