Chapter 217

Kane's POV

I don’t move from my seat. All I can do is sit here and hold my head, feeling sorry for myself. No one says anything else, not even Willow, which has to be some kind of miracle.

The world outside my own head dims to nothingness as I get caught up in my own thoughts and emotions. Goddess, how I wish I could tear my feelings out and hurl them back into the pits, feed them to the soul reapers. The dark creatures should enjoy it, and right I don't want it anyway.

At some point someone, I think it’s Jackson, pushes a bottle of water into my hands that are dangling limply between my knees. Without looking up, I take the water but don’t drink any of it even though my throat aches and burns.

It wasn’t just all the talking that fucked me up. It was the oaths. Doing that many at once is mentally and emotionally draining. If any of the wolves die, and some of them will die, all four of us will feel their deaths. “You should go,” Willow says. It sounds very much like an order.

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