I hated to admit it but I had been obsessing about what Kane's cryptic picture messages meant. I had opened them so many times- more times than I could remember. If my mother were to have seen me, I am sure that she would have confiscated my phone again.
I brooded on Kane's motives. He may not have been aware that my gadgets had been seized. He had never texted me before which made his recent texts to me doubly puzzling. The only logical reason why Kane would text me was if he wasn't around, but he had been in the pack house all day. I had had heard nothing that gave me the impression that he had gone somewhere else. If he were here then and could talk to me if and when he wanted to, why would he resort to sending messages instead?
After a hurried breakfast in my room that morning, I re
