Kane was on his way back to the Hawthorne Pack. He was constantly catching the faintest whiff of his mate on the Isle. But they were in battle, and he simply couldn't track her down.
Troy saw his son's expression and was curious about the sadness there. He knew that the entire mythical universe would feel the pain of the loss of Aislinn. He walked to his son and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Everything okay, son?"
Kane nodded, "Yeah, dad. I just-" he paused and inhaled deeply, "I could have sworn I could smell my mate while I was at the battle."
Troy nodded his understanding, he could almost relate. "When I was younger and still looking for my mate, your mother. A witch played a horrible trick on me."
Kane looked at his father, he had never hea
