Author's Note: This is the sequel to His Wolf and it is told in Kaden's point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The only character I own in Kaden.

I walked bleary eyed to the coffee pot, staring out over the land that had become my home. Contrary to popular belief, living next to a river isn't all that fun. In the summer it gets a little humid from the water coming out of the bed and then in the winter it gets so cold you wish it would turn to summer. But when summer comes around as it always does you wish it would turn to winter. There was nothing really that could appease a person. There was barely any fall or spring because the seasons could change dramatically.

Today was one of the extreme days.

I had gone to bed when the weather was at least decent. I was nice and warm in my bed so I thought it would be decent when I woke up. No such luck. I got up and put my feet on the floor just to have them nearly freeze off. I inhaled sharply and would have pulled my feet back up but I had to get up and go to work. I thought about getting a shower but then decided it would be best if I let that go. My hair was long enough that it would take forever to blow dry it. I'd shower when I got home.

I threw on a pair of scrubs and headed to the kitchen. The coffee was on and that made me really happy. Outside a car roared to life. Sam had decided to go out and warm the car since the temperature dropped thirty degrees in twelve hours. Our coats wouldn't keep a normal person warm but we were completely different than normal people.

The door opened, bringing in a harsh cold wind. I shivered as I glared at the door. Sam closed the door as fast as he could then looked at me. Sam Cornick was handsome in the least bit but he had this calm personality that someone was instantly drawn to. He also had this ability to care for someone with such abandon it made him a superman.

"Morning, Superman." I said with my groggy voice he was so used to by now.

"Morning, Kay Tay." He replied with a cheeky grin when I gave him a deadpan face. It was a name I hated but that didn't stop him. He used it every morning when we were getting ready for work.

He poured coffee into a thermos and quickly screwed the lid on before going over and getting our coats. "Still griping about weather in the northwest?"

I took my coat from him and slid it on. I didn't need it but I had to keep up the ruse. "The weather in New Orleans is usually warm but Shreveport can be iffy. It's never like this though." I replied.

Let me tell you what I am and where I'm from then you'll understand the entire ruse bit.

I was born in the year 800 AD in what is now Germany. I grew up along the Rhine with my three brothers Rowan, Lucien and Daynen. When I was twenty-six, my village was attacked by werewolves. Me and my brothers were the only survivors and the only reason for that was because we had been changed. We were found by a vampire and raised to treat humans with respect.

We lived in harmony for eight hundred years. Around us, new nations formed and old nations fell. Nations expanded their borders and many lost those expansions due to invasion or rebellion. We watched in the shadows, sometimes helping when asked.

I lost all three of my brothers in the Napoleonic wars, leaving me alone. I returned to my vampire friend in Ireland and grieved alone there. I had nothing else to do so I stayed with them for a few years. Deciding to leave in 1827, I ventured back to my homeland where I resided until the great wars broke out.

I took refuge in Russia during WWI, making Siberia my home. I can thrive in cold environments so I lived with the huskies and malamutes for a while. When the Great Depression hit I decided it would be better for me to go to Iceland for a bit. Don't ask me why. It was a random decision.

I was in Germany when WWII broke out. I couldn't leave without being considered a Jew so I stayed in the shadows until the concentration camps went into effect. I know you've heard of many rebellions in the concentration camps that were started by the prisoners. I'm telling you some that is true and some of that is fiction. I started most of those rebellions. I would sneak into the camps when the guards weren't paying attention and rile the prisoners. I know some of them got killed but in the end they were liberated.

While in one concentration camp in Germany, I ran into the vampires I had lived with when I was still a whelp (werewolf term for young one). After I made sure all the camps were liberated, I went with them for a decade.

The Cold War years were all a blur. The only thing I remember is I met my current Alpha in Dallas where he was training to go into Vietnam. He didn't remember me but that was my secret to tell.

After the Cold War, I grew restless and travelled all over the world. That happens when I get restless. I travel. In all actuality, I was a lone wolf and that is illegal in the world of werewolves. The thing is I ran under the radar so that no one would bother me. I had never wanted another pack after my brothers had been killed so I never petitioned to join one.

A year ago that all changed.

After a brutal attack on my vampire brother, I was asked to leave my home in Shreveport to make a home in Washington as part of the Columbia Basin Pack. I agreed, because if I hadn't there was no way I would have been going, and travelled to Washington. There were three main reasons why my brother asked me to go.

1.) He was scared I'd get attacked again and that he couldn't stop himself. He and I were basically raised together in our new lives and were fiercely loyal to each other, almost to the point of death.

2.) The Alpha of all Alphas found out I had been a lone wolf for the last two hundred years and decide I needed a pack. Packs help wolves belong to a group when otherwise they are ostracized.

And 3.) I am very old, even older than the head Alpha that we found out who was born in the same year as my vampire brother. The older a werewolf gets, the harder it is for he or she to control the wolf. The only ways to control the wolf are by having a pack and finding a mate. I had never felt the call to find a mate until I went to Shreveport. Then that call became a demand.

I was initiated into the pack as soon as I got here and told I was to live with Sam. I didn't argue with my Alpha who was very nice to me and had been since we flew on the same plane on the way home. We had talked and I refused to say anything about meeting him back in the fifties.

So here I am, literally chilling myself to the bone with the way the weather changes.

Sam grabbed his thermos and waited for me as I zipped my coat and grabbed my coffee. He shut off the lights as I walked out the door and then locked the deadbolt behind him. It was still dark out as we walked through the wind to the car he had running. I was lucky that Sam and I worked at the same hospital. He was a doctor while I was just a nurse. We had the same schedule so it made it easier to carpool.

He pulled out of the drive way and onto the road. He drove from Finley towards Kennewick where we worked. The music he was listening to was not to my taste but he drove so I sat back and was quiet. Besides, he could have been mean and turned the heat off or made me walk so I wasn't complaining. We drove past Mercy's shop, where he laid on the horn to make sure she knew we were going by. Mercy was Adam's mate and had become my friend quickly. She was the only one besides Sam who saw the tiredness in my eyes. I think. There was no way he was going to impose his wolf on me. I was too old for him anyway.

We pulled into the parking lot and walked inside as quickly as we could to get out of the cold. The other nurses shuddered as the wind swirled through the doors. We shed our jackets quickly and hung them in the lounge as we clocked in.

"What time's your shift over?" he asked as I looked at my schedule.

I hung my head. "Seven and the pack meeting is at seven-thirty tonight."

"We'll make it. I'm in surgery until four." He made a face.

"Did you eat before you left?"

"Yep. I had a whole carton of eggs and a pack of bacon. What about you?"

"I'm not worried. I don't have surgery today." I put my page back on the wall. "Not too happy about that."

"At least you're in the kids' ward today."

I nodded as we walked out to the nurses' station. I pulled up the closest patient file and read over it. "I'll be out of here by six forty-five."

"I'll see you then."

"Bye." I heard the other nurses near me whisper and snicker, none of them knowing I could hear every word they were saying. "What is it now?"

"Is Dr. Cornick your boyfriend by any chance?" Carrie asked as she leaned over the bar.

"No, he's just my roommate."

"You mean to tell me you live in the same house as tall dark and handsome and nothing is going on between the two of you?" I shook my head. "Girl, what have you been doing?"

"It's called working, which is what we all need to do."

I waited until they let the conversation dispersed before I went to work myself. They always asked that question because Sam and I talk like we know what we're talking about. We usually did because we were that old. I usually let that roll off my shoulders but it must have been the cold because it set my teeth to gritting.

I had to spend fourteen hours with these people. I had to survive somehow.