Chapter 277

Kane's POV

“Willow?” I ask and crouch next to my mate.

I’m on autopilot, physically and mentally exhausted, I have been for a while now, but Dario insists that I take care of her, and until she's in bed, he won't leave me the hell alone so I can get some rest. Truthfully, I don't know how to take care of her, how to help her, but I want to be with her - and if it's enough for me, maybe it would be enough for her.

“Arlene died.”

“Yeah.” What else can I say at this point?

“Silke said this would happen,” she intones in a flat voice, staring past me into the open garden. “She said I’d lose one I love, but she wouldn’t tell me who. I thought it was your mother. I was wrong.”

Goddess, I hate that fucking woman. “She didn’t predict the battle?”

“She predicted a battle, but wouldn’t give me specifics.”

And maybe if she had, I could have cleared out my wolves before the humans arrived. But there’s no point in getting angry at the völva. It's done. Nothing I do can change that, can bring back o