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
Kane's POV: Willow is lying curled up on her side with her back to the door. All I can see is her tiny frame under the blanket, and a mop of red curls. It takes every bit of self-control I possess not to rush over and gather her in my arms. “She hasn’t slept like this in days,” Jackson whispers. “Queen Ida…slipped a little something in her food.” “Good.” I glare at Mario, who at least has the decency to blush and stare at his feet. “I’ll deal with you when we get home,” I growl at him, and step inside, quietly closing the door behind me. I tiptoe around the bed and stare into Willow’s pale face, my eyes falling on a new scar on her neck. The bite Phillip had left on her was too deep, and not even Alhora’s nearly two-thousand-year-old vampire blood could heal it all the way. I pull my boots off and as quietly as I can slide into the bed next to her. She doesn’t wake, but she doesn’t have to be awake to know I’m here. She smiles in her sleep and cuddles into me. I lift her hair away
I wake with a start, and immediately I’m pissed. Not only did Kane knock me out with that mate thing, we’re in a plane. “How the hell did you fuckers get me on a plane?” I ask.Across the aisle, and to my left, Zael snorts loudly. “Please. It wasn’t difficult. We didn’t use a commercial airport. All I had to do was mesmerise the humans.”Kane is sitting across from me, his long legs stretched out before him, arms crossed over his chest. It looks like he’s asleep, but he’s not. “You had no right,” I growl at him.“I had every right,” he says in that calm, deep tone that lets me know this conversation isn’t happening.“What about my warriors?”He doesn’t even open his eyes when he answers me. “On their way home. You really…don’t be surprised if some of them want to break the oath when they’re home.”I behaved appallingly after Phillip killed Destiny. Even worse after I killed him. If they want to break the oath, they have every right, and I’ll let them. But I don’t tell Kane. I can’t ta
“Where is Adare,” I ask the moment we set foot in our apartment. “With my mother. I’ll go down to get him after we’ve talked.” “Is he walking yet?” Kane chuckles. “No. He’s standing by himself though, but you didn’t miss his first steps.” Even though I’m over the moon that I didn’t miss one of my son’s most important milestones, I’m more than just a little apprehensive. I don’t look forward to the talk with Kane. Once I start talking, he will draw every detail out of me – and I’ve been trying to forget since it happened. When I start talking about it, I’ll be forced to face it, forced to face my own bad decisions that led me down that path. No one bothered us when we arrived. The wolves, known and unknown, just parted a path for us, but I could hear the whispers behind our backs. Most were curious to know where I had been, and all of them were just more than a little concerned about me. I know what I look like. Haggard. That’s the only word I have for it. Kane takes my hand and
Kane's POV It takes me a while to process what Willow had said. I know I didn't hide my shock and anger from her well enough, but I hope against all hope that she didn't misunderstand my reaction. I left her alone with Adare because I needed to work through my own feelings, not because I didn’t want to be with her. I sit at my desk in my private office, resting my head in my hands and staring at the gleaming wooden top. I hear the door open and close and smell Zael’s scent, but don’t bother to look up. Without an invitation, he sits on the chair in front of the desk. “Kane?” he asks. “Yeah?” I answer, trying to hide my thick voice as best as I can. “What catastrophe needs sorting now?” “You,” he says. Wiping my tears away, I look up and grab a tissue from the box that’s always on my desk. Usually meant for she-wolves lamenting about their mates, but I’ve been needing them more and more as of late. “Sorry,” I say and wipe my nose. “What for? I’m older than Jesus. Do you think in a
“Willow! Come here!” Kane calls from the living room. Concerned, I run out of the bedroom where I’ve been trying to nap for an hour now and join my mate and son. Adare is standing in the middle of the room, his chubby little arms spread out as he tries to keep his balance. Kane is sitting flat on his ass, legs crossed, mouth open in a wide grin. “Come on big boy,” he coaxes. “Come to daddy.” I crouch next to Kane and softly clap my hands together. “Mama,” Adare squeals and takes his first step toward us. As soon as the baby figures out he’s not going to fall, he takes another step and another, bypassing Kane, heading straight into my arms. Excited, I pick him up and swing him through the air. “You did it!” I say and kiss his forehead. Grumbling Kane gets up. “Sure, forget about me. I just sat here for half an hour cheering you on,” he jokes, then starts laughing and kisses his son. “You are growing up way too fast.” “Mama,” Adare says again and gently pats my face. I kiss the pa
Kane's POV “How do you know?” Willow asks the two wolves. That is a question I should have asked, but I am already making plans to help Drummond, trying to figure out how I'm going to move a thousand warriors over the border undetected. Jackson reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a letter. He hands it to me without prompting. It’s written in code again. “Who deciphered this for you?” I ask. “Zael,” Glenn says. “He says to use your magic if you want to read it.” The vampire is getting on my nerves. For someone who keeps telling me I have to take command, he sure likes to order me about. Willow frowns and walks up to me. “Can you do that?” “Noooo,” I say with a sarcastic laugh in my voice. “I tried a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t so much as conjure a speck of magic.” “Because you were too distracted. Worried about me. Try it now.” I hover my hand over the piece of paper, but even though I can feel the magic swirling through me, the letter doesn’t change, and I still can’t
Kane's POVWe run all out until we reach the border separating Drummond’s territory from my property. Strictly speaking, since it’s in my kingdom, I don’t need permission to enter his territory, but Willow does. She’s going to feel uncomfortable all the way to Silver Star’s pack house, and I'm worried that it will affect her magical abilities.I lift my head and sniff the air, but apart from the border guards’ lingering scent, I don’t pick up on any humans, vampires, witches, or any other creatures.The place I chose for us to enter is quiet and unmanned. I chose it for a reason. Just on the other side, on Drummond’s territory, there’s a long strip of forest Silver Star wolves call the dead zone.The story goes that many centuries ago, before we had law and order, before we even had Kings and Alphas, werewolves would go to war with each other over every little thing – she-wolves, food, little snatches of territory, anything really if the tales are to be believed.So to put a stop to t