Kane Chronicles Walt Novels & Stories

Calla’s POV The deliberation took exactly seventeen minutes—I know because I spent every single one of them watching the ancient clock mounted on the far cavern wall, its mechanisms driven by some kind of endless magic that predated electricity by several centuries. Luna had draped a leather jacket around my shoulders, and Kane wore borrowed jeans that were about two inches too short and made him look oddly approachable instead of terrifying. Funny how imperfect pants could humanise even an alpha werewolf. “Stop fidgeting,” Kane murmured, his thumb tracing absent circles on my wrist where he’d casually claimed my hand the moment we’d gotten a bit decent. “They’re going to rule in your favour

No, he is very happy with Alpha Wyatt. As Kane and Alpha Wyatt sway to the slow music, my wolf whimpers, “Mate. Gone.”

Everyone remained happy. Several miles away near the western woodland trails, Kane was apparently having the time of his life. Later, Everett would tell us exactly what happened. Kane had shifted into Caesar and spent the entire morning showing off. The little wolf had become faster and larger over the past few months, something that made him unbearably proud. Selena, naturally, thought her brother was the coolest person alive. Whenever Kane shifted, she followed him everywhere. According to Everett, Caesar had spent nearly an hour running circles around her while she chased him through the trees. Eventually Kane had lowered himself and convinced Selena to climb onto his back. Everett nearly

– Hamptons war-room, hacked feed I poured another scotch, the penthouse lights dimmed to a predatory glow. Kane’s feed flickered back to life. Elena paced the war-room, eyes red from tears or rage—I couldn’t tell. Kane stood at the window, jaw clenched, blood crusted on his knuckles. “We hit the gala hard,” he said, voice like gravel. “Full team. Exfil routes. Press on standby.” Elena stopped, her silhouette sharp against the monitors. “No. We hit him smart. He wants an audience? We give him one. But on our terms.”

Vance said, into the comm. Elena looked at Kane, who was on the floor, conscious but unable to coordinate his limbs, his face showing the specific confused fury of a true believer who had just watched his certainty fail to protect him. She looked at the detonator under the grain pallet. She looked at Xander, who was standing over Kane with his chest heaving from the drop, limestone dust and grain chaff settling on both of them. "Twelve minutes," she said. "You said fifteen," he said.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

“I’ll stay with her.” Kane set the bag on the nearby hall table, looking relieved as hell. “Thanks. Been a few years since my survival training, and I sucked at sleep deprivation even then.” “I can’t spare a long time.” Zy glanced at his watch. Already two thirty? “I’ll spell you for a couple of hours. Hopefully, you can all catch up on your sleep tonight.” Kane said something to Valeria in Spanish. She nodded and sent him a thankful smile, then he was gone.

Some were up top in the loft of the barn, some were standing in a crown around the two men as they were readying to fight. “He’s choosing that bitch right there, over a member of his own pack!” Walt suddenly yelled out as he pointed at Lacee. “I’ve been a member of this pack for over fifty years, and this feral whore wanders on our territory, now I’m being punished? Kane, you would allow your son to do this? I served you loyally all those years!” An older man with hair long and black like Rinc stood up. “My son is your Alpha now. You were to obey his laws. Walt, you brought this on yourself.” Kane told him. The man nodded at Rinc and I could see the huge resemblance the father and son had.

“Do you have a lot to do today? Kane asked as he stood on the other side of my desk, watching me as I started up my computer. I shook my head and leant back in my chair. “Not really, a few last-minute things for the ceremony tomorrow and just some things to overlook for pack logistics and the pack funds but that is it. I should be done relatively early so I can panic for the rest of the evening about tomorrow.” “Hmm. No panicking. I will be making you super and then we will relax with dessert and just do all the calming things you like to do so you’re relaxed and prepared for tomorrow.” He smiled and came around the desk to see me, taking my face in his hands and kissing both cheeks before k

"How come you like candy and not cocoa?” “Long story,” he said. “Bad association, huh?” “Dorothy used to make it for me after CC had administered punishment.” “Say no more. For the same reason I can’t stand toffee apples. Any other kind, fine.” Kane looked at his watch. “Am I boring you?” “Whatever gives you that idea?” I would show him! Touching my toes half a dozen times, making sure he got a good eyeful of my ass, soon had the desired effect.