Chapter 124

Kane's POV

I 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.