Chapter Forty-Two

"What about her?" Kiera asked.

Kane and Simone exchanged another look and Kiera swore that she almost lost it. She shouted, "Tell me what it is about her! Tell me! I'm tired of the mystery and the riddles. Speak plainly!"

Kane looked at her and said nothing. She groaned and stared at her lap. She screwed her eyes shut and ground her teeth together. Simone was rubbing her leg and Kiera had to admit that her touch calmed her despite the perplexing and nonsensical situation. She decided that she wouldn't ask any more questions. She wouldn't force Kane to speak. If he wanted to leave her in the dark she would gladly stay there.

"Kane," his mother urged. "Let's get this done and over with. You already told her nearly everything."

Kiera kept true to the promise she made herself and didn't encourage him. She was arranging the bits and pieces of the conversation they had so far in her head. Werewolves? It was hard to believe. It was unimaginable, actually. She tried to see Kane transforming