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
Kane's POVFrom the corner of my eye, I see Willow stepping behind a tree to shift while I try to get Lester to calm down. I'd go with her, but The Templar is a blubbering, gibbering wreck, and I can't leave him here by himself. All he keeps saying over and over again is that they’re all dead.At the same time that I'm trying to keep an ear on Willow and calm Lester, I have to fight against Dario who sees the other man as a threat, and wants nothing more than to rip his heart out and eat it for supper. “Stop,” I say sternly. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what happened.”But Lester’s can't hear me above his own sobs. He just keeps crying and screaming. Finally, I grip the front of his shirt, lift him off the ground, and smack him across the face with my free hand. Not so hard that I cause any real damage, but just enough for him to realise he’s been hit.Lester inhales sharply and abruptly stops screaming about how everyone’s dead, but he doesn’t stop crying.“Willow?” I call soft
Sighing heavily, I peek through the dead trees at the gathering Templars. They are noisy, and they don't seem to care that they're not very well hidden. There are several witches with them, casting cloaking spells, but either it's not working, or the witches aren't very good at their job. "Maybe they're doing it on purpose," Suri suggests. "Maybe," I reply. They are so arrogant in their certainty that they'll win this fight that some of them are already celebrating. They will not. I'll make sure of it. In the distance, though I can’t hear them while I’m in the dead zone, I can see the lights going out in the pack house. Soon, when Innocent is sure they’re all asleep, they’ll attack, and my time is running out. ** Before I even told Kane about my plan, I knew that he would protest and try to stop me, and by the time I was done laying it all out to him, the top of his head nearly blew off. “Have you lost your damn mind?” he asked, breathless with anger and concern for me. “No, but
“Oh thank God,” I cry and throw myself in Innocent’s arms. He can’t help himself, his arms snake around my middle and he pulls me into a tight hug. “I’ve been looking for you for you months.” “Have you now?” he asks, his voice cold, contrasting with the hug trying to comfort me. “You ran from me.” “No,” I sob. “No, they took me. I had no choice. I waited until the winter ended, and left…but Kane found me again, brought me back. I heard you’re here tonight and I snuck out after they all went to sleep, but I got stuck in that place.” Innocent’s hands tighten around my waist. “I sent Lester in there hours ago…” “Yes, I know. I found him. He was already dead. They’re all dead,” I screamed, my voice rising in pitch just as Lester’s did. Not bad acting, if I do say so myself. “Please, please…take me with you.” Innocent roughly pushes me away. Maybe I am not fooling him. “Why would I do that?” “I meant it when I said I wanted to change. I’ve found God,” I said, hoping my face is sincere
My mate is here. I didn’t know how much I wanted him, missed him, needed him, until I saw his shimmering golden coat in the moonlight as he broke through trees and came straight for us. All the tension I’ve been holding on to these last several weeks let go and my knees give out. I sink to the ground next to Innocent who is staring up at me with eyes that are filled with betrayal, and…terror. Good. It’s about time he knows what it feels like to be afraid and powerless. Dario’s war cry rises up in the night, filling my head with the desire to kill everything that’s a threat to me and mine. Is that what the cry does to everyone, I wonder. I fight the urge to shift and kill. I have the witches to think about. They aren’t used to werewolves, and in their fear, they’ve lost the ability to do magic. “Pruh—priestess?” a young girl says, tears streaming down her face. “What about the wolves?” I lean over and take her dirty little hand in mine. “They’re here to help. They won’t harm you. C
Kane's POV “What are we going to do with this lot?” I ask Jackson. We look out over the sea of humans, tied together with a collection of ropes and chains Drummond had gathered for us -- anything we could find to stop them from wandering off into the human territories and raising questions. All of them are in a frenzy, screeching and pulling at their restraints, trying their best to get away from whatever it is they are seeing. “I don’t know,” Jackson says. “We can’t bring them with us, we can’t let them go.” “We can’t kill them,” I say. “Why not?” Zael asks me out of nowhere. I’m slowly getting used to the vampire’s sudden appearance, but I don’t think it will ever stop annoying me. “They are helpless. There’s no honour in killing a lame animal.” “Werewolves and their honour,” Alhora says, landing next to Zael. “You were supposed to stay with Adare,” I growl at her. “Why? Willow is with him.” “She is hurt, she can’t--” Alhora waves her hand in the air, silencing me. “I gav
Kane's POVIt’s almost dawn by the time I make it back to the apartment, but there’s no rest for me yet. Zael is waiting for me right outside the door to my office. I cock my head in his direction and unlock the door, noting the way my hand shakes when I punch in the code. I need to get some rest.The vampire reeks of human blood, soot, and charred flesh, the combination of it forcing bile up my throat as he walks past me. “How did it go?” I ask and I close the door behind him.“As well as can be expected. We were fast about it. They didn’t suffer…much. What are your plans with that pope of theirs?”“I don’t know yet. Interrogate then execute.”“He will not talk.”“I’m not so sure about that. Willow has ways to make people talk.”Zael nods and folds his hands in front of him. Ordinarily, I’d invite him to sit down, but his clothes are covered in a thin layer of burnt human fat, and the thought of getting that all over my furniture is just a little more than I can bear right now. “You
Kane's POVPatrick leaves a few minutes later. He is in a great mood, and why wouldn’t he be. He’s finally one of us, and he can openly become part of the tribe, instead of hiding from us every full moon. I have to admit that I look forward to running with him.“Kane?” Willow asks. I still haven’t moved from my spot on the floor. “Are you okay?”“No,” I say. “I’m fucking tired.” I look up at her. “Where’s Adare?”“He’s asleep.”I nod. “The first shift will do that.”She kneels next to me. Her fear matches mine. Neither of us have any idea what we’re supposed to do, how to handle our very special child.I had all sorts of romantic notions about his first shift. I used to think about it all the time, and I looked forward to helping him through that all-important first shift. It’s a special time between father and son, and now it’s been ripped away from me. It hurts more than I thought it would. I keep telling myself it’s just a shift, it’s not that important, but it doesn’t help.Willow