** My Dearest Marlon, **I look up from the letter, staring at The Pope. “Marlon? Your name is Marlon?” It really doesn’t fit him. I don’t see him as a Marlon.He gives me a grim smile. “Not anymore. Keep reading. Not out loud.”** My Dearest Marlon,I am so sorry for what I’ve had to do all those years ago. I want you to know that I did it for your own safety, but from afar, I’ve watched you grow into an admirable young man. I could not be prouder. I hope you know that I never stopped loving you. Never. Not even for a second. When I left you on the steps of The Templar church, my heart broke, and it stayed broken all these years. I feel it with every beat, the longing for my child.Never in a million years did I consider that you might be an empty vessel. Our family’s magic is so strong, I just assumed you’d be a witch. It doesn’t matter now. It’s all in the past. What really matters to me is that you are alive, that you grew up strong and well.I’m writing after so many years to beg
Kane's POV Zael lands softly next to me. “How many Templars?” I ask “We counted thirty outside, but we should expect a fair few more inside.” “Can you hear anything from inside?” “No, not anymore. The Pope no doubt informed them that you’re still alive.” “Yeah, him or Feodora. Okay.” I turn to face my army. We are just outside the Templar’s perimeter where their cameras and magic can’t find us in the dark. “I will go first,” I say. “Break their spells. Chancellor Glenn will give the command to attack. Stay in your human forms as long as possible, we don’t want anyone to see us shift.” The church is right on the outskirts of the city, and there aren’t many human eyes here, but I still don’t want to risk it. The air is alive with excitement. These wolves haven’t had a good battle in years, and they’re looking forward to it. Pushing my own fear way down deep, I creep up to the church, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. I don’t want to use a camouflage spell, because it wi
Kane's POV Zael is in the room and on top of Edgar before he can get off another shot. I stroll into the room, ignoring the magical doorway that scorches my skin, and hand Zael his shirt. The vampire is sitting on the desk, the rifle in his hand, foot on the Prime Minister’s chest. “Show us the bullets you used,” Zael says. Edgar’s lips set in a thin line and he shakes his head. Sighing with mock exaggeration, I walk around the desk and start to rummage through the Prime Minister’s drawers. The older man looks at me with open fear. Humans aren’t very good at hiding their emotions, that’s why they’re such an easy enemy to defeat. I find a box of ammunition tucked away in the back of the middle drawer. “Is this it?” “No,” Edgar says, his throat clicking loudly as he tries to swallow. Chuckling, I open the box and examine the bullets. They look like normal silver bullets, but when I take one out and turn it around, I can see the runes carved into the metal jacket. “Magic?” Zael asks
Lester returns with the new collar, and suddenly I’m very afraid. Innocent looks at me and gives me something I’m sure he thinks is a reassuring smile. “It won’t hurt.”“It’s silver, of course it will hurt.”“No, my dear child. You’ll see.”He nods at Lester who walks over to me and asks me to sit down. “May I reassure her, your excellency? Share my experience with the collar?”“Yes, of course. Please do that if it will put her mind at ease.”Holy fuck, this man is giving me whiplash. Last night, he was cold and indifferent, and tonight he’s like a loving father, kind and caring. It’s freaking me out.Lester unlocks the collar and turns it around to show me the inside. “It’s insulated with leather,” he says. “The silver won’t touch your skin.”“Okay,” I say, nearly breathless with fear now.“You won’t be able to communicate with your wolf, and you won’t be able to shift. On the next full moon, which is just a little over two weeks from now, when your wolf forces the shift, the silver
Kane's POV As we go in search of the basement, Willow’s emotions hit me again. I gasp and grab for the wall. Whatever they’re doing to her is bad. Donwright evil in fact. “What’s wrong?” Glenn asks and holds his hand up to stop the guards. “They’re doing something to Willow.” “What?” I shake my head and groan. It’s awful. Like that day with her father, I can sense a flicker of her pain. Then, it just stops. Like someone flicked an off switch. The sudden amputation of our connection is jarring. I’d rather feel the pain than nothing at all. “We need to hurry,” I say. “Find them.” Just like the day they took her, I am not in control of what comes out of my mouth. “If we don’t get to them in time we won’t be able to help them. They’ll be lost to us. And Tully will die. She’s not strong enough yet.” Glenn groans softly but doesn’t say anything. Poor guy. I wonder how many horror scenarios are running through his head right now. “What is he talking about?” Phillip asks. “A premonitio
Kane's POVAfter swinging by the hotel to pick up our gear, we hit the road. An hour later, we leave the city behind and two hours later, we pass into werewolf territory. This used to be Vickus’s kingdom, and even though it belongs to Felan now, I still feel uncomfortable being here without the Alpha's permission.“Turn right up ahead,” I tell Phillip.“Why?” he asks. “We’re wasting time.”I growl softly. “Listen, I know you are eager to get to the queen, but don’t for one second think you can start questioning me.”Phillip mumbles an apology and switches on his indicator. Twenty minutes of bumpy dirt road later, we pull up to a smallish pack house. The guard gives me a questioning look. “Forgive me, your majesty, but why are we here?”“I need an army, Phillip, or do you propose we try to invade that stronghold with eight wolves?”While the wolves of the city pack was eager to take out The Templars in London, they were far less agreeable to come with us to the stronghold where I’m sur
Kane's POV “Do not come any closer,” Lester says. He’s nervous and on edge, and I don’t plan to test him. I’m no good to my family if I’m dead. “May I lower my hands at least?” He nods and jerks his gun to the right. “If you take one step, I’ll kill you.” “I have no doubt that you will.” Willow was wrong. He is not a wolfless wolf that much is clear. The man before me is a scarred and maimed werewolf. “Gladstone,” I say. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Richard Gladstone of Silver Star, would you?” I noticed his surname back at the church, but it didn’t click with me until this moment. He looks like his father. Lester nods. “He’s my father,” he confirms. “What happened to your wolf, Lester?” “I was born wolfless,” he replies. “My mother sensed it when I was very young…that’s why she took me and ran.” “Don’t talk shit,” I say, trying my best to keep the bubbling and swirling anger at bay. “You may be able to fool Willow with that cock and bull story, but you can’t fool me.”
The whole day, or night I don’t even know anymore, I’m out of it. I slip in and out of consciousness, unable to hold on to my own sanity. I stare at a white ceiling, two unanswerable questions running through my head on repeat. Where am I? What is this place?“Willow?” someone asks in my ear. I don’t know the girl, but undoubtedly she’s one of my father’s victims. I can tell just by looking at her. In the distance, somewhere far away, I can hear a baby cry. “You have you to nurse Adare.”Who the hell is Adare, and why do I have to nurse him? “Find his mother.”“You are his mother.”I force myself to look into the eyes of someone I’m pretty sure is my friend. “Who are you again?”“Tully,” she says. “Here. Take him.”She places an adorable baby in my heavy arms. He has the most beautiful head of curly, gold-red hair and shocking blue eyes. “Who is he?”“Adare," she answers. "He’s your son.”The girl who called herself Tully reaches up and undoes the buttons of my nightdress. I let her,