A Wolf's Curse (On Hold)

Chapter 19

"Stop the car."

Kay stared at her trembling hands, her stomach churning. She threw the door open as the car coasted along the gravel, crawling over on hands and knees and hurling the little contents from her stomach into the snowy grass. Kane came to her side, placing a soothing palm against her back. "What happened back there?" she sputtered.

"What's that?"

She jolted to her feet, her balance wobbly as she flung Kane's hand away.

"One moment you were stabbed, then some kind of light shoots out of my hand. Now you're walking- driving like nothing happened to you."

He averted her gaze, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. Kay's eyes dropped to the hole in his shirt where he'd been attacked, awestruck by the unscathed patch of brown skin. "You were bleeding a shit ton."

"I heal a lot faster than any normal human being."

"But when you were shot, your wounds-" Kay rushed forward, lifting his black sweat shirt to expose his abdomen. She ran her fingers across his taut skin, the scar of the bullets reduced to mere scratches since she last saw them. Then again, she spent that night in the hospital when he'd been shot, so there was no telling how fast he healed. "I don't know, this just felt...different. You were cut pretty deep, and I put my hands on your wound, screaming for you to heal. There's no way I could've done that. Is there?" She searched him with pleading eyes.

"Like I said," he shrugged, "I heal fast." Kay stared at her hands as if they were hers for the first time, still unsure of what happened. Kane might've had a point, though. Maybe his body emitted the heat and sealed the gash.

Of course.

He's immortal after all. The amount of energy it took to transform, let alone heal any wound he sustained accelerated faster than the average man. "Hey—why don't we get back on the road? I can see you're getting cold and I'm pretty sure you're anxious to get to your family." She nodded, trekking back to the passenger side.

Kay rubbed her hands together over the car's heater, blasting the setting just enough to keep warm. "You should eat," Kane jerked his thumb toward the torn takeout bag in the backseat. She retrieved her container, attacking her burger as if it were her last meal. She caught Kane stealing glances at her while she ate, his Adam's apple bobbing. A pang of guilt knotted her core.

"Wish I could say the same, but giving that asshole a hot beefy facial was the only way I could stop him."

"No need for an explanation, it's no loss for me there," he chuckled.

She glanced at him as he focused his gaze intently on the road. It baffled her that he could sit so calm as if getting stabbed were an everyday occurrence.

"Are you going to eat anything?" She asked, motioning to the purple Nike bag filled with snacks.

"I'll stop for some fast food somewhere."

"Fast food?" Kay arched a brow at him.

"Yes. Fast food. Don't approve?"

"No, of course," she shook her head. "It's just that, you've been around for so long, I thought maybe you'd drink, um. . ."

"What, blood?" Kane shot her a playful side-eye. "Ouch. I look like Hannibal Lecter to you? I do eat like a decent human being, you know."

"Okay, okay, fair enough," she smiled, gently shoving his shoulder.

"Well now that you mention it, I do keep a bag of blood or two stashed in my cabin. You just never know."