Kane’s POV I show the vampires to one of the guest apartments a floor down and order Nicholas to clean the place and put fresh linens on the bed. “Don’t feed on my wolves,” I warn the vampires. “If you do, I’ll have to kick you out or execute you.” “I’d like to see you try,” Alhora snarls at me. “We are stronger than you.” I give her a chilly smile. “You have better senses and a few magical abilities,” I say. “But we both know that werewolves, especially Lycans, are better in a fight, and I’m a powerful witch myself. I don’t think killing you will be that hard.” “We shouldn’t fight amongst ourselves,” Zael says calmly, then turns to me. “We won’t feed on your wolves.” “And don’t bring any humans here to slaughter. I don’t want to attract any undue--” “We’re not savages, Kane,” Zael interrupts. “We have donors. We stopped killing for food centuries ago.” “But accidents happen. I can’t have any of that here.” “Of course. My humans will stay on my estate and out of this war.” “Yo
Kane's POV Willow is pale and quiet. She doesn’t talk much, and she refuses to leave Adare's side. I’m seriously reconsidering my original plan to send her to the witches. I locked up my own emotions about it, because she doesn’t need to feel them right now. It will just make everything so much harder for her. Earlier, she tried to do the same, but the moment she picked Adare up and started to nurse him, her walls came crashing down. She is not strong right now, and difficult as it is, I need to stay strong for her until she leaves. She sits on the wingback chair in my private office, her legs folded in under her, quietly watching as I go about the business of setting her up for travel. “Use only cash,” I say. “I know I sound paranoid, but I’m sure they’re tracking our cards and online communication.” “They are,” she says listlessly, but smiles at Adare who is trying to get up on all fours. “He’ll probably walk by the time I’m back.” I turn away from the safe, leaving the bundles
All my bags are packed and ready to go. Despite my insistence that we have to travel lightly, Justine went overboard and basically packed my entire wardrobe. “It’s still cold,” Kane says as if I can’t feel the temperatures. “Make sure she packed some of my jackets.” “She did. I asked her.” I didn’t want the clothes to keep me warm, but because I know I’ll take comfort from it in a few weeks when I really start to miss him. “I also packed one of Adare’s little blankets. I hope that’s okay.” His face softens, and I can feel him battle to keep his emotions under control. “Next winter, you have to be better prepared. You can’t keep wearing my clothes.” It’s nice that he thinks we have a future, but any number of things can happen between now and then. I don’t want to think that far ahead. If I do, it will just be a double blow when the worst happens. Kane takes my bags while I sit down to nurse my son one last time and put him to bed for the night. For a long time after he falls asleep
We are going slower than I expected, and for some reason, Phillip insists on keeping his window open. I am already curled into a little ball, shivering and shaking like one of Adare’s rattles despite Kane’s thick coat to keep me warm. I don't think I can keep going like this for much longer. The night is cold for this time of the year, and all the water from the melting snow frosted over again when the sun went down, and we keep hitting icy patches that cause the cars to slip and slide across the road. “We should travel during the day,” Phillip grumbles. “What about Alhora?” I ask him. “Not my fault she’s allergic to the sun, is it?” Alhora leans forward until her head is right next to Phillip’s. “I don’t like you, wolf.” She sits back with a satisfied smile on her face. “We’re going to accomplish exactly nothing if we start fighting with each other,” I say. “Remember who our true enemy is.” “The humans,” Phillip says right away. “No, you moron,” Alhora retorts. “The Templars.”
Kane's POV My brother takes it upon himself to keep me company. I’d much rather be alone, but Patrick’s trying so hard to be supportive that it would be downright cruel of me to send him away. “Where’s Mina,” I ask when he’s settled in with a drink and some pretzels. “Resting. She’s, ah, well, she’s pregnant.” “Oh,” I say, surprised, but genuinely happy for them. “But that’s fantastic news. Congratulations.” “Yeah,” Pat grins proudly. “Although we’re worried, since…well, you know…” “You’re afraid the pup won’t have a wolf?” Patrick nods and sips his whiskey. “That’s very rare. You still carry the Lycan gene. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” “It’s not just about genes. I have all the same abilities you have, except…I have no wolf. Why do you think that is?” I shrug. “I don’t know. It just happens sometimes.” Patrick stares into his glass and absentmindedly nibbles on a pretzel. “I know why she didn’t gift me with a wolf.” “What?” I ask. “The Goddess. I know why she did it.” “Yo
The moment I saw Bismarck standing in the middle of the road, I slipped up and let my walls down. The shock and fear that ripped through me were too much and I couldn't hold on to my defences. Not a second later, Kane mind linked with me, asking me what was wrong. “Don’t tell him anything,” Alhora whispered. I don’t know how she knew, but vampires are somewhat mystical. We don’t know as much about them as they know about the rest of us. I nodded and quickly told Kane that I’m fine. He didn’t believe me, but he played along. Jackson is the first of us to get out of the car to confront the haggard werewolf. I have no idea how he survived the winter, but he looks dreadful. He lost a lot of weight, and he’s skeleton thin, his scraggly beard and dirty, greying hair just adding to the overall appearance of utter despair. It takes me all of a minute to get over my initial shock. Bismarck is no threat to us. “What are you doing here?” Jackson asks. “The order is to kill you on sight.” “Plea
Kane's POV The weeks slip by. Sometimes I’ll wake in the morning, and by night time, I’d be surprised by how quickly the day passed. Other days, time drags by, and all I can think about is Willow and how much I miss her. She has been gone for nearly four weeks now, and I don’t know how much longer I can do this without her. She checks in with me twice a day, once in the morning and once at night, but other than that we decided it would be best if we don’t talk too much. It’s just too difficult. I miss her with a fierce intensity that’s threatening to tear my soul apart, and I’ve been throwing myself into my work and taking care of Adare. “Morning, guy,” I say and look at the pup who is standing upright in his cot. Holding on to the top bar, he starts to bounce up and down as soon as I speak. “Yes,” I say. “I know. You’re ready for your breakfast, aren't you?” I lay the pup down on the bed to change his nappy, talking nonsense while I do it, then take him to the kitchen where Justin
Kane's POV “You are kidding, right?” Glenn asks. “I’m not. Willow won’t come home. She’s going to get herself killed. I have to go get her.” “You can’t leave!” my chancellor says. “You don’t even know for sure that she’s in trouble.” “No, I don’t, because she has learned how to block her emotions.” “Dammit, Kane…we have kings and Alphas and fucking problems coming out our ass. We need you here.” “I know that, Glenn,” I snap. “But what do you suggest I do? Leave her to the Russians?” “They’ll respect her rank.” “Oh come on,” I say. “You know as well as I do that they won’t. Most of them are half-feral.” “She can handle her--” “Look--” I slam my desk so hard that the glass of water topples over and floods the paperwork. Cussing, I get up and start to move wet papers out of the way. “It’s not about the Russian wolves.” I lift a soaked contract up and watch as water drips back down on my desk. Frustrated, I hurl the sodden papers across the room. “I have to go get her. Why can’t