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Lana's POV I followed his finger through the blowing snow. At first I saw nothing—just white, more white, the endless grey of the glacier. Then my eyes adjusted.A structure. Low and dark against the ice. Not a cabin—something older. A refuge, maybe, bui
Lana's POV The days that followed were strange. Quiet in a way that didn't feel peaceful—more like the stillness before a storm.But Damon's health improved. Slowly at first, then faster. The color re
Lana's POVThe civil unrest had settled. Peace had returned to the pack, if you could call it peace. The fighting stopped. The bodies were buried. My father was gone, exiled to the outskirts where his hatred couldn't reach anyone else.But between Damon and me lay an
Lana's POV The remaining Wolf Hunters fled in panic.I watched them scatter into the trees like roaches when the lights came on. Their precious samples bounced against their hips as they ran. Their carefully laid plans—the curse, the awakening, the destruction
Lana's POV The battlefield settled into a stalemate.Neither side could break through. The Wolf Hunters had us pinned, their silver weapons too deadly to charge, their positions too well-fortified to flank. Every time our wolves tried to push forward, bullets drove them back. Bodies piled at the edges of the compound. The smell of blood and silver hung thick in the air.
Lana's POV Silver bullets tore through the battlefield.I heard them before I saw them, sharp cracks splitting the night, each one a death sentence. Then the screams started. Wolves I knew from my little st
Lana’s POV The moment Damon’s gaze landed on Isaac, everything shifted. The calm mask he wore cracked, and something primal surged through him. His jaw tightened, his pupils dilated, and before my eyes, his body began to change.I staggered back, clutching my throbbing side as I watched in disbeli
Damon’s POV The last couple of days had slipped past in a blur of numbers, calls, and endless frustration. I sat in the living room of my villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows pouring late-afternoon light across the mahogany table. My laptop glowed, stacked beside several hard files, the recent tran
Lana’s POV Subconsciously, my gaze flickered toward Damon. He was leaning back casually in his seat, his hand resting on the stem of a wine glass he hadn’t touched in a while. The candlelight caught on his sharp features, making him look both dangerously aloof and impossibly magnetic.He tilted hi
NORMAN’S POV Damon hadn’t returned to his house later last night like I had expected him to. The hours dragged on into morning, and the mansion grew too quiet without his presence. A faint unease prickled at the back of my mind. Where the hell had he gone?I tried convincing myself it was nothing







