Dean POV
Elena shifted under the sheet, rolling onto her side as she propped her head on her hand, completely unbothered by the chaos she had just caused. She was watching us like we were her next meal.
It didn't sit right.
The woman beneath that sheet—the woman who had just drained Ace to his last breath—wasn't our Elena.
Not entirely.
I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair as my mind raced. We needed another witch. Fast.
"Fuck." I turned to Kane, who was still leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, muscles taut, his breathing still ragged. He was trying his best to ignore the way his mate—our mate—was currently stretched out on the bed, oozing sin and temptation.
"You're the Alpha. You've got connections. Any leads on witches in this region?"
Kane scoffed, finally looking at me. "If I had a witch in my pocket, do you think we'd be standing here with our dicks in our hands while Elena turns into some kind of fucking succubus?"
Good point.
