Fern didn’t respond right away. She just watched him for a long moment, a small smile playing on her lips.
Suddenly, the Bloodfang warrior emerged from the shadows, holding a crossbow aloft. He didn’t hesitate. The silver bullet shot through the air, striking Kane in the chest.
Kane gasped, his eyes widening in shock as the pain hit him. His hand shot to his chest, but it was too late. Blood seeped from the wound, his legs giving way as he collapsed to the ground.
Fern's heart remained steady. She watched calmly as Kane’s body hit the floor, his breaths shallow and strained. Kane’s eyes locked with hers, confusion and disbelief written all over his face. “Fern… What…?”
“Sorry, Kane,” Fern said softly. Her angelic face was so innocent-looking that it looked more scary than beautiful at that moment. “I prefer an Alpha like Cedar.”
Kane’s breath hitched, and he tried to push himself up, but his body was already growing weaker. “I thought we… I thought you—”
Fern crouched beside him. “You were always just a tool to me, Kane. I needed you for a time, but now you’re useless.”
Kane gasped for air. “You… You lied… I—”