Kane’s POVI mind link with Willow the moment we step outside the apartment. “Listen to me quickly and don’t interrupt. Right before you gave birth, your mother asked me if I’ll give you permission to travel to Crystal Rose--”“No, I would--”I hold up my hand. “Be quiet and listen. I told her it’s up to you, but you should know that I would never forbid you from visiting your family. She said the council has been re-established and they need their high priestess.” I can feel the emotions rolling off her, all of them negative. “I told her that the council can operate from the castle--”“Kane I don’t want it. I don’t want anything to do--”“Willow…there’s a war coming. We’ll need the witches. If the council is receptive to working from the castle where you’ll be protected, you have to consider it.” It kills me to say it. I know she doesn’t want it, and I equally know that it will more than likely destroy her soul if she has to go back to the coven. “It’s the only solution I have. Do yo
Kane helps me to my feet and starts to gather my tattered clothes, bundling them all together when he stops and turns to look at me. “You’re bleeding.” I look down at the thin trickle of blood running down my leg. “Shit. I thought that was over with.” He kneels next to mean and cleans the blood off my leg with his torn shirt. “Even werewolves need time to recover from pregnancy and childbirth. You’re not an exception.” I just nod. I want to die of embarrassment, but Kane just takes it in his stride, as he always does. “Let’s get you back to the apartment.” I nod and follow him down the hallway, acutely aware of the fact that I’m still bleeding. We’re fast though, and he has me through the apartment and in the shower before anyone can really see me or say anything. When I come back out, dressed in one of my own shirts for once, I find him on the couch with Adare, talking to Mina and Patrick about their upcoming move to the city. Kane opens his arm to me, and I slide against him with
I’m a nervous wreck by the time Kane shows me to Erica’s room. She’s on the bottom floor, clear on the other side of the castle. “I’ll wait for you in my office,” he whispers and leans over to brush his lips over my cheeks before he disappears down one of the many, many halls. Shaking, I lift my hand and knock on the door. Immediately, an Omega opens the door and bows to me as I enter. It’s clear, just by looking around, that Erica lives a very different life. She has servants at her beck and call, and unlike Kane, she doesn’t have a living room, but something resembling an old-fashioned parlour. This woman somehow managed to get herself stuck in the 18th century. “Good afternoon, Queen,” the Omega says. “Will you please take a seat?” “Thank you,” I say, and push the buggy carrying Adare deeper into the room. “Would you like us to take care of the prince while you enjoy refreshments?” “No, he’s fine right here.” The Omega looks surprised, but I have a feeling the older woman has n
Kane's POV “Come in,” I say before Willow can knock. The door swings open, and my heart skips a beat when she enters. My reactions have been strange lately – it’s almost like it used to be in the beginning, when I saw her for the first time, but a hundred times more intense. “How did it go?” I ask, throwing my pen on the desk and getting up to help her with the pram. “Fine. We had a good talk.” “You did?” I ask, surprised. “With my mother?” “Yes. Maybe…she’s very proud and set in her ways. If you go to her, she’ll talk to you too, I think.” “I have tried that…but you have a way about you. People trust you. Want to talk to you.” “I just have one of those faces,” she says dryly. I laugh and undo Adare’s straps and lift him into my arms. He’s wide awake, staring at me with bright, curious eyes. “Hello big guy. Did you have a good visit with grandma?” “She prefers Nana.” “Oh come on,” I say. “No.” She shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. If it makes her happy, why not?” “You surprise
Kane's POV I take Adare up to the apartment with me. By the time I’m done changing him, he’s asleep and doesn’t wake up when I lie him down. For a pup that gave his mother such a hard time while she carried him, he’s a very chilled little guy. I stand in the bedroom, looking at him for a long time. It’s difficult to believe that one day he’ll carry the weight of the entire werewolf world on his shoulders. “Maybe it won’t happen,” Dario says. “Maybe we can prevent it.” “No,” I answer. “It will happen. Once The Goddess sets you upon your path, there’s no going back.” I lie on the bed, scrolling through my phone, reading emails and messages I haven’t gotten to these last few weeks. I barely notice the time going by, but when I reply to the last email and put my phone away, two hours have passed. Adare stirs in his cot, getting ready to sound off. “Willow?” I ask trying to mind link with her, but there’s nothing. She’s not blocking me, but she does not answer me. “Adare is waking for a
Kane's POV “Kane?” Glenn mind links me just as I step outside the castle. “We found Ashley and Kaylee.” “Where?” “Your cabin.” I stop dead. “The cabin? All the way out there? How?” “They shifted. You’d better get here.” I peel my clothes off and shift, running full-out to the cabin. It’s faster than driving. I try to catch Willow’s scent as I run, but I can’t. There’s nothing. Just like that day she went back to her coven. It’s like she disappeared into thin air. “They’re masking her scent,” Dario says. “Yes.” “Witches?” “That would be my first guess. They want their high priestess.” “We have to kill them. Kill them all. It’s the only way to keep her safe.” I don’t disagree with him. If the witches do have her, they will die. Today. I’m done talking, and I’m done trying to make deals with them. Twenty minutes later, I run up to the cabin. Glenn and Carl see me coming and start coming towards me, shifting back to human as they run. I do the same once we catch up with each ot
I am in the darkest dark I’ve ever experienced. Even in the Crystal Rose dungeons, we had some light filtering through the gaps in the roof and under the doors. Here there’s nothing. Just the muddy ground under my ass and the cloying smell of rotting plant matter. It’s cold and uncomfortable. For some reason, they took off all my clothes before they threw me in their little magical prison. I sit against one of the rudimentary dirt walks, my legs drawn up to my chest, shaking as the temperature starts to drop even faster. “Kane?” I try for the hundredth time to mind link with him since he broke our last link, but I can’t. They’re blocking our connection. I don’t know how he broke through their spells earlier, but whatever magic he used wasn’t enough. I could barely make out anything he said. I fall over on my side, clutching my knees to my aching breasts. Inhaling the scent of the wet earth, and trying not to think about whatever’s in the hole with me. I can handle bugs and spiders,
Kane's POVI sat under that damned tree for hours, feeling the energy Willow and I created on the day she marked me and we made love for the first time. It was almost like the earth grabbed it and held on to it for us, like it knew we'd need it one day.I could feel her all around me, smell her, hear her. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her, trying to find our connection, which was supposed to always be there.We’re not unique in that sense. All fated mates share a connection after they’ve marked each other, but our bond is so much stronger than other wolves’. Deeper.I sat there, the cold seeping into me, numbing me to the point where I couldn’t feel my legs and arms anymore, and as night gave way to day, I started doubting. I doubted that we’d be able to break through the powerful magic the witches used to block our connection.But then, at dawn, I heard her. Faintly. A whisper on the breeze. “Kane?”And I felt her. Barely, but it was there. Just a flicker. Fear. Panic. Regret.