Chapter 17

Kane's POV:

I hadn’t seen Willow since that night I almost took her. Glenn and I agreed it was better that way, but the longing for her just became more intense, driving me half out of my mind. I could barely function, and my father started to notice. Everyone did, even my mother. Soon, they’ll start asking questions.

I was halfway through supper when Glenn frantically mind linked me. “Something’s wrong with Willow. I don’t know what to do.”

My stomach clenched. “What do you mean something’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“She’s sick or something.”

Werewolves rarely get sick. We’re not susceptible to human diseases and I wasn’t surprised that Glenn had no idea how to handle it. “I’ll be right there.”

I ran up the stairs to the tower where we put Willow. It was a bad idea to move her in here. It’s okay for a wolf maybe, but not a human. It’s cold, drafty, and damp. By the time I got there, she was hallucinating, and Glenn had practically chewed off all his nails.

While I took her