"Gone?" Kiera echoed. Her heart was racing, and she felt that she would pass out at any minute. The man looked at her with rage in his eyes but she ignored that for now. She had other concerns and Kane was with her. He would never let anyone hurt her. "He's been killed?" Kane asked in a low voice. Kiera didn't want to read too much into his words, because in her frantic heart, he sounded hopeful.The man flashed them a red smile. "Not yet. But he's been taken to a place where nobody can save him. Hugo Richardson isn’t one to play games.”Kane stiffened a little but all she could think about was how relieved she felt. Mikael wasn’t dead yet, and it didn’t matter what the man said. If he was still alive, there was a way. She would have to ask Kane who this Hugo was. He seemed to know who he was. Kiera met Kane’s eye, and then she understood that she couldn’t be there for what would happen next. She turned around and started walking away from the alleyway and back to the car. She heard
"I found another one," Kane said the second he walked through the door. He took off his jacket, and Kiera stood from the couch to meet him at the door. He hung the jacket and turned to her with his hands on his hips. "I might have found out something.""What?" she asked. "There's a clue about DarkWater," was his answer. "There's a pack mate who works at Bertmann & Co downtown. You know, the lawyer's office?""There's a werewolf lawyer?" she asked in wonder. "I don't know if he's a lawyer, but he works there. I'll stop by tomorrow right before the office closes and will follow him. Who knows, he might lead us straight to Hugo. It's highly likely that he lives with the pack.""Where did you get this information?" Kiera asked. "It didn't come cheap," he admitted. There is a wolf I know, one who's like Ma and me. He lives amongst humans peacefully, and chose not to interfere into their affairs. He's not a part of any pack, and as far as I know he never did. He told me about this werew
They had been parked in front of the office for the longest time. Kane wanted to catch a glimpse of him. He wouldn’t park beside the office for the whole day, that would make the werewolf suspicious, and if that happened, their plan would simply not work out. He wanted to see him, and hopefully smell him, and then he’d be sure that a werewolf worked in the building. He had to do so at a distance, and that made it somewhat difficult, but he would manage. It wasn’t his first time tracking a werewolf from a distance, especially because he couldn’t have the werewolf noticing him. That was what he told Kiera when she asked him why they couldn’t get closer. He said it wasn’t necessary. It was just a faint scent he wanted. They would be halfway there if he confirmed it.Kiera fidgeted as she stared out the window, waiting for the werewolf to show up. She paused to think about what would happen if they never saw the werewolf and it was all a big invention. She would be devastated. They woul
Kiera and Kane spotted the wolf coming out of the office building. This time was different; he didn’t look around suspiciously, and so they deduced that the morning had been a coincidence. Surely if he had suspected someone watching him in the morning, he would have looked around to ensure that there was nobody spying on him now. They looked at each other, and visibly relaxed. Kane started the car when the werewolf had crossed the street. He didn’t turn to look at them, and although Kiera found it suspicious, she didn’t say a word. He got into a black sedan and backed out from the parking space. After he did, Kane waited a beat and then started following him. There were two cars between them, but both of them had their eyes on the werewolf’s car so they wouldn’t lose sight of it. It was important to follow him to his destination, so that maybe then, they would have a clue of where Mikael was being kept. And if he didn’t go there, Kane had all the tools in his car. He would know ho
Kiera was shaking as she drove away.She could hardly see the road ahead of her because of the tears gathering in her eyes and streaming down her face. Her shoulders shook with her sobs, and she kept glancing at the rear view mirror to see if she was being followed. So far, she couldn’t see any suspicious activity, and the truth was that she was getting to a point where she didn’t care. She was thinking about Kane, and she was torn between going back to fetch him and following his orders. Whenever she looked at the bloody window, she sobbed harder. She felt horrible for simply leaving him; the severity of what happened was sinking in slowly, and she couldn’t believe her cowardice. How could she have sped away? Why didn’t she try to help him?Her fingers were shaking. Simone. She had to call Simone. Although how she would inform her about what happened to Kane was something she could not visualize yet. Was he dead? No, she couldn’t think that way. Kane was the strongest person she kne
The days after Kane’s funeral were endless. Kiera was deep into a pot of misery, and it was roasting her up until she burned to a crisp. She had been drained of everything significant, even the will to continue. She could not get over the guilt she felt. She knew she was responsible for what had happened, and nobody would convince her otherwise. Nobody tried to. Only she and Simone were at his funeral. The private life they lived prevented them from having friends, well, friends close enough that would attend their funerals. It was a sad and gloomy day, and the skies were a reflection of what was going on inside her head. Simone hadn’t said a word since she found Kane. Kiera didn’t know how to talk to her. She didn’t know how to encourage her. She didn’t think it would be the right thing to do. She was so guilty that she felt that if she tried to say a word to Simone, she would remember what she did and try to kill her on the spot. It was terrible to think like that, but that was
Simone started on the broth, and Kiera helped her with everything that she could. Cooking alongside her helped her clear her mind. She didn’t cry at all during the two hours that they spent in the kitchen, then again, not much was said apart from instructions on how to do the broth. She was thinking about Kane since she was in the kitchen, but she tried her best not to cry. It was hard; there were a lot of things that reminded her of him. The holes on the wall from the boards he had put up, his favorite yogurt in the refrigerator, the stool that he always occupied at the counter. She could tell that Simone felt the same but they were being strong for each other. There was nothing more effective than that. The broth was delicious, and Kiera had more than two bowls. She was hungry, hungrier than she had been in a while. For the most part, Simone watched her eat. She had one bowl of broth and then put her hands together over it. Her expression changed, and she looked more solemn. Kier
Kiera was preparing herself to go out. Simone believed that she was ready to get it all started, and after a few days of reinforced training, they decided to start. Kiera wore protective pads on the delicate area of her body because she didn’t want to get unnecessarily injured. Although she had agreed to go with Simone, she was still terrified. But if she believed in her, that was all that she had to hold onto. She tied her hair into a sleek ponytail and wore heavy boots. She had to protect her body from the werewolf’s attack, particularly her neck. She didn’t know how many they would have to fight, Simone hadn’t given her all the details. They would find out when they got to the place, and Simone wanted to get there before sundown. They met each other downstairs. Kiera was astonished at the sight of her. She wore all black, and looked slimmer in her clothing. She was testing the sharpness of a few knives, then looked up at her. She said, “I haven’t worn these clothes in a long tim