“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
I don’t want to cry in front of Kane. Not again. I’ve caused him too much sorrow already. So I run from the apartment before I lose complete control of my emotions. I try, and fail, to put up my defences, but Kane doesn’t come after me, which I really appreciate, because I need to be alone right now.When I reach the stairs, my legs give out, and I sink to the floor, dropping my head to my knees, I sob uncontrollably for several minutes. It's all just too much: Lester, Innocent, the dead Templars, my son...my poor little boy with his terrible burden. “Queen,” Arlene asks, and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Should I fetch the king?”“No,” I sniff. “No, I’m fine.”She sits next to me, as she did the night they freed me from The Templars, and puts her arm around my shoulders. “I understand. The heart of a woman…they try, bless them, but our mates are just men. How can they know what it’s like to be a she-wolf?”I don’t answer her. Kane, I think, has a remarkable understanding of my heart
Kane's POV I wake up several hours later from Adare’s screaming. I am still tired, but I feel much better, and my mind is clearer. “Come on big boy,” I lean over the cot and pick him up. “It’s not that bad, is it? I bet you’re hungry, hm? In need of some meat?” I don’t know what else to do, other than to treat this as I would a normal first shift. Luckily, he’s been on solids for a while, so giving him proper meat shouldn't be too much of a problem. I deposit the pup in his high chair and get a bottle from the fridge. Adare stops crying, watching me with curious eyes as I quickly warm the bottle and hand it to him. “Why don’t you snack on that while I cook you something?” He gives me a wide smile, revealing two bottom teeth that weren’t there before. My best guess is that they popped through because of the shift. Smiling back and babbling like a maniac, I pull some ground beef from the fridge and drop it in a pan. Adare’s eyes flash green when he smells the meat, and he lets out
I lift my eyes just in time to see Justine sneaking into the living room with Adare on her hip. I lightly shake my head at her, and she quickly retreats to the bedroom. I am still busy wondering why I didn’t know my mother was here sooner, why my intuition didn’t let me know that something was off when Glenn and Jackson slip into the living room. I’m immensely relieved to see them. Anxiously, I wait for them to shift, but they don’t. Instead, they pull firearms, shooting the three humans surrounding my mother, putting them down with deadly accuracy. Kane reflexively grabs me and pulls me to the ground, shielding me with his body. The protection spell I cast isn’t very strong, and it’s already crumbling. “Something’s wrong with my magic,” I say. “Something’s sucking up my energy.” “Your mother,” he says. Before we can get up to confront her, more Templars fall out of the hole. Glenn and Jackson shoot them just as quickly as they shot the first two. “This isn’t right,” Kane says th