Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Kane POV

I stood there, frozen, my eyes fixed on the empty space where the portal had closed just moments ago. My girl had been taken from me, ripped away by some demon with unknown powers.

"Charlotte!" I whispered, my mind spinning, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Tears streamed down my face unchecked, as I struggled to process the shock and agony coursing through me. Behind me, I could hear my father's voice, thick with concern and confusion as he screamed at Adam and Liam for answers. Answers they were not giving, not until I gave them the say-so. Something I had to respect.

"Kane, what happened? Where's Charlotte?" His questions washed over me like distant waves, barely registering in my mind. How could I explain something I didn't even understand myself?

"I don't know," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He seethed, and I knew without looking he was referring to Anthony battered and beaten on the floor in

please!" The words felt hollow, empty as if spoken by someone else entirely. My father's footsteps drew nearer, his presence a comforting weight on my back, but even his

again, his voice gentle but insistent. "You have to tell me what

tasting bitter on my tongue. "I don't know where she has gone, or who took her. All I know is that she's gone, and I couldn't stop it." A partial lie, I knew the demon took her, but who he truly was, where he had taken her and why, I didn't know. My father's hand came to rest on my

What if we were already too late? What if Charlotte was gone forever, lost to some unseen enemy lurking in the shadows? The thought was almost too much to bear, a weight pressing down on my chest until I

I breathed, needing my brother and the bond we shared. I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stop, willing the pain to fade away. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of loss that consumed

is unpredictable." Meeting my father's pained eyes I shook my head slowly, he had never liked Knox's wolf, even before last night and we both knew why and it had nothing to do with his predictability and everything to do with the fact that if he so chose too he could take the pack and my father's title without breaking so much as a sweat. Something he had proven last night. But what my Father failed to

is ok!" I declared. "Knox has control