Kane’s POV
Kane’s POV
I woke up to the faint sound of the door creaking open, the subtle shift in air that only comes when someone enters the room. My senses were sharp, too sharp for the dim light filtering through the window, and my mind hadn’t even fully registered where I was when a familiar scent hit me like a f*****g tidal wave.
Mate.
Hazel.
My whole body stiffened at the realization, heat flushing through my veins like a drug, overwhelming and intense. It was the unmistakable scent of her… sweet, intoxicating, pulling at something primal within me that I had tried to bury for so long.
I hadn't smelt that scent in weeks, maybe even months, not since she had disappeared. And yet here it was, filling the room, making my wolf stir restlessly inside me.
I cursed under my breath, f
