Out of nowhere, Caine was suddenly in a downright awful mood and wouldn't stop glowering at his Lycan friends. But at least he finally left, even if he did basically stomp out of here with a dark cloud hanging over him.
I stand in the doorway watching them go, my feelings a jumbled mess of relief and something that feels suspiciously like abandonment. The camper seems emptier without his overwhelming presence filling every corner. Quieter.
Lonelier.
My eyes follow Caine's broad shoulders as he marches away with his men, his entire body rigid and his fists clenched at his sides. Even from here, I can feel the waves of anger radiating off him.
Suddenly, he stops, spins on his heel, and strides back to me with purpose in every step.
I stiffen.
Did he notice how I felt?
