Kane’s POV:
“I have no idea what we’re going to do, Willow,” I say, running my fingers up and down her arm. “I still don’t see a way how we can make this work…fuck--” I push her away from me and sit up --“I’m…we’re really screwed. I did the one thing I said I wouldn’t do.”
“Marked me?”
“Yes, that…and now I have to hide you--” I run my hand through my hair –“I know of other wolves that did something similar…I always ridiculed them, and now I’m in the same boat.”
I am confused and terrified. Confused, because her marked stuck, terrified, because I know if my father finds out about her, he’ll kill her on the spot…not even to mention what Daniel Jones will do to me…and Willow for that matter.
“So nothing’s changed,” she says. “No one can know? We can’t be together…not really.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll figure it out.”
“We’ll figure it out,” she corrects me.
I smile and am about to ans
The whole day I feel restless, pacing around the cabin, then the garden, then back into the cabin. I’m irritated and uncomfortable with myself, crawling in my own skin. I eat without tasting the food, my mind constantly on Kane, then the push from my father, trying to catch me unawares so I will tell him where I am. Every so often, a wave of sadness hits me, but I recognise it for what it is. Kane. It’s faint, but I can feel some of his emotions bleeding through. I am still unreasonably jealous of the dead she-wolf. I try to shake it off, but can’t. Maybe when he stops talking about her, it will pass. “Willow,” someone calls from outside. Agatha. Readying myself for a magical fight, I step outside to confront the old woman. “What do you want?” “You completed the spell,” she says, giving me a big grin. “Yes, but you couldn’t harvest the energy.” “It’s all right…we have what we need.” “I’m not going to war with Moon Flowe
Kane's POV:I stare at the broken front door, the grin nearly wrapping right around my head. I remember the first time I shifted. The fear as the pain thundered through my body, quickly replaced by the excitement as the power coursed through my veins. I was twelve though, young even for a Lycan, she is older and perhaps less enthralled by the process.I step over the broken front door, turn to my immediate right, and step over that door. Wearing only one of my t-shirts and a pair of panties, Willow lies on her back, one arm behind her head, the other resting on her belly. She looks so peaceful, perhaps for the first time since I met her, that I don’t have the heart to wake her.I pull off my boots and softly slither into bed with her. Immediately, her eyes snap open. “Kane?” she asks.Hm, I’ll have to get used to the fact that she’s a werewolf now, with keener senses. “Morning,” I ki
Kane's POV:“What could you possibly need from me?” my mother asks, cold as always.I don’t have it in me to play her games today. “Does father know you’re a witch?”My mother goes quiet. Just when I think she’s not going to answer, she asks, “How did you find out?”“I met your grandmother.”“She’s still alive?”This is the longest conversation my mother and I have ever had. “Yes. She lives in the forest by my cabin.”“She was always kind to me. I used to hide from my father in that cabin. She cast the repelling spell, so he couldn’t follow me.”That explains a whole lot. “I can cross the boundary.”She goes quiet again. I wait for her to say something. “I know. I took you to your grandmother, and she cast a spell to hide your magic…even from yourself. S
I walk through the empty living room, sniffing the air. A she-wolf was here while I was asleep. Her scent alone immediately raises my hackles. How dare Kane entertain other females here while I’m sleeping in the next room? My anger does nothing good for my splitting headache. I follow his scent out back. He’s sitting on a camping chair, staring at the fire, long legs outstretched, feet resting on a log, a beer dangling from his fingers. I’ve never seen him so relaxed, and almost immediately, my heart shoots into my throat and my mouth goes dry. Gods, he’s magnificent. Why did I never notice just how breathtaking he really is? “Good evening, sleepyhead,” he says without turning around. “How are you feeling?” “Who was here?” I ask, ignoring his friendly tone. “My mother.” I relax. “I thought the two of you don’t talk.” “We do now.” He looks over his shoulder at me. “How’s your head?” “It’s killing me. What happened?” He r
I always thought the hereafter is a place where you get to reunite with the people you loved, spending your eternity in their company. I was wrong. It’s nothing like that. It’s not bad, just not what I expected.As it turns out, the afterlife is a strange place. There’s nothing here. Just endless white and this warm, comforting light. I’ve never known peace like it. I don’t even care that I’m all alone.“Willow?”No! He followed me here? How is that possible. Why can’t my father just leave me alone? I’m dead. Why won’t he let me rest in peace?But it doesn’t matter. He can’t hurt me here.A dark shape looms in the bright light – nothing but a hulking shadow making its way towards me. The sense of peace flutters away, replaced by abject terror. Even in here, he’ll find ways to hurt me, I know it.However, it’s not my father coming towards me. It&rs
Kane's POV:“Have you lost your damn mind?” I ask, staring at her in total disbelief.“No, but you know it’s the truth. He will not stop.”“You can’t go back,” I roar. “He’ll kill you, Willow.”“He said he won’t.”“You talked to him?” I was getting angrier by the second. First, she lost her shit over Dani, something I have no control over, now this. What is she trying to do? “Why did you do that?”“I thought if I did…he’d stop or--” she shakes her head --“I never learn.” She buries her face in her hands and starts crying, her tiny shoulders shaking.My heart softens and I pull her into my arms. “Come on, don’t cry. We’ll figure it out.”She puts her hands against my chest and roughly shoves me away, nearly knocking
Kane's POV: I startle awake, the sweat dripping down my body, my heart pounding so loudly that I can hear the blood rushing through my veins. The nightmare that woke me flutters away. All I remember is Daniel Jones’s grinning face, the evil green eyes, blood dripping down his body. Willow’s blood. Goddess. Fuck. I rub my face like I’m trying to wash the nightmare away, then glance at my mate. She’s lying with her back to me, still asleep. I lower my feet to the floor, and sit with my head in my hands, trying to erase the memory of that face from my mind. I hear Willow wake up, and feel her roll over towards me, but I don’t acknowledge her until her arms snake around my neck, and she rests her cheek on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “Just a nightmare.” She kisses my shoulder, her lips floating up my neck to my jaw. I’ve avoided making love to her because it will make our parting tomorrow so muc
I snuck away without waking Kane. The only way I could do that was by casting a sleeping spell, one that very nearly put both Kane and his wolf in a coma. I had to do it – for both our sake. I knew when he woke up, he’d talk me out of it, and I’d have given in because I didn’t want to leave him. When I reached the dirt road, I realised that he would pick up my scent within seconds, so I cloaked myself and set off in the direction of gods knew where. All I had to do was to get out of Kane’s territory, and as soon as I crossed the boundary and started smelling more humans than werewolves, I cast a powerful location spell – not because I was looking for someone, but because I wanted the spell trackers to find me. I sat on a rock by the side of the road, watching the sunrise, hoping my father would find me before Kane did. Two hours later, a car stopped next to me. I didn’t know the witches that came to get me, but it didn’t matter – they knew me. The only question that remained was est