Chapter 115 Elara's POV
The drive home was silent. Kaden stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly. Every line of his body screamed frustration.
I almost laughed. It was so absurdly childish this jealous silent treatment over a friendly hug.
"Are you really going to pout the entire way home?" I asked.
Silence.
"Kaden, it was just a hug between friends. After a traumatic event there was nothing romantic about it."
More silence.
"Fine, be childish , see if I care."
I turned to look out the window, biting back a smile. It was actually kind of endearing, how jealous he got, how possessive. As long as it didn't cross into actual controlling behavior, I could handle a little territorial sulking.
We pulled up to the pack house. Kaden came around to help me out of the car, still silent, but at least being helpful.
He walked me to my quarters, checked that everything was secure, then turned to leave without a word.
"Kaden."
He stopped but didn't turn around.
"I love that you care. I love that you are protective. But you need to trust that I know the difference between a friend and something more. Trust that when I say it was innocent, it was innocent."
He was quiet for a long moment then. "I'm trying. It's just hard when I see you with him. When I know he has feelings for you."
"Having feelings doesn't mean acting on them. Damian respects our relationship. He respects you; he would never try to come between us."
"I know logically, I know that but seeing you in his arms, even innocently, makes my wolf want to tear him apart."
"Your wolf needs to calm down and so do you."
He finally turned to face me. "I'm sorry for overreacting. For the silent treatment for being childish."
"Apology accepted now go get some sleep. You look exhausted."
He kissed my forehead gently. "Goodnight, Elara."
"Goodnight."
After he left, I got ready for bed, changed into comfortable clothes, brushed my teeth and settled under the covers.
I was almost asleep when I noticed a piece of paper on my nightstand that hadn't been there before.
I turned on the light and picked it up.
Plain white paper, no envelope , just a single sentence written in block letters.
‘KADEN WILL DIE BY YOUR HANDS.’
My blood turned to ice. I read it again, hoping I would be misunderstood.
But no, the message was clear.
Kaden will die. By my hands.