Chapter 162

Kane's POV

I give the guards their orders, then take my mate home. Whether she knows it or not, she needs to rest. The silver, brief as the exposure was, has weakened her, and the creation of the oath bonds themselves can be tiring.

Willow still doesn’t understand why the wolves would offer themselves up in the way they did, but at least she grudgingly accepts it now. “Are you hungry?” I ask as we walk into the living room. “I will quickly slap something together.”

“I suppose so,” she says and without another word disappears down the hallway with Adare.

I follow her to the bedroom, just in time to see the tips of her fingers glow blue-white. “What are you doing?”

“Healing my fingers,” she says, holding her hands out in front of her, a look of surprise on her face. “I’ve never tried to heal myself before.”

“Is it working?”

“Yeah.”

She’s like a piano wire, tense and stretched way too tight, right on the brink of snapping. “Do you want a glass of wine or something?”

“No. I have to nurse