LOGINSheila’s POV
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
Damon’s POV Adelle’s painted smile cracked the instant my words hit her. I saw it—the flicker in her eyes, the twitch in her jaw. Her confidence shriveled like parchment under fire. She stood frozen for a heartbeat too long, then with an indignant huff, spun on her heels and marched back to her se
Lana’s POV The soft hum of the ballroom faded behind me as I stepped out into the hotel lobby. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, the lingering notes of jazz and laughter fading into the distance. The air outside the private hall was cooler, calmer, a sharp contrast to the simmering
Lana’s POVDamon didn’t stop there. He never did. The man seemed to thrive on making me blush, as though it were his favorite sport.“You know,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear, “if any of those women had even a fraction of your beauty, maybe—just maybe—I’d look their way.”I looke
Lana’s POV The morning sun was barely spilling through the heavy curtains when a loud, booming voice shattered the fragile quiet.“Damon! Damon!”I stirred, blinking against the dim light. Damon groaned beside me, one arm thrown across his eyes. His voice was rough, low, still thick with sleep. “D







