Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Kaeleen’s POV
Rage, deep bone crushing rage clawed at my insides. Leon. The name was a brand on my tongue, a poison in my blood. Astrid’s hand on my arm was the only thing holding me back, preventing me from shifting and tearing Leon apart piece by piece.
"Kaeleen, stop," she pleaded. "Pull yourself together. I’m okay. Please, don’t do anything rash."
Rash? Rash was letting him breathe. Rash was letting the sun rise on a world that contained that... that monster.
"You are not okay. You are hurt," I pointed out, my voice a low growl, barely under control.
"This is nothing. I’ve been in worse situations."
Each word was a fresh wave of fury. Worse situations? What the hell had she endured in this God forsaken pack? Most influential pack my ass. I’ve only been here for about 3 days and I was already hating it.
"What did that bastard do, Astrid?" I asked her, barely containing my anger. The question was a demand, a need to know the full extent of what he had done to her.
She flinched, her eyes flashing in pain. I so desperately wanted to erase that look from her eyes. I hated that I could see that emotion in her eyes. I hated it.
She looked away, focusing on a point somewhere over my shoulder. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. I wanted to shake her, to force the truth from her, but I knew that would only make matters worse. She needed to open up at her own time and her own pace.