Mag-log inWRITER'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
Lana’s POV His gaze lingered on me, hesitant, the kind of look that made my stomach twist with dread. I burned to know his answer, but the longer he delayed, the heavier my chest grew.Finally, he cleared his throat and said, almost carefully, “Precautions?”My eyes narrowed at once. “Don’t play d
Lana’s POV The following day, I walked into the company with my bag slung over my shoulder, bracing for the usual storm. Strangely enough, no thunder came. Mr. Gerald, who always patrolled the foyer like a hawk, spotted me the second I stepped through the glass doors. Instead of barking his tradem
Damon’s POV The moment the words slipped from her lips, I felt something snap deep inside me. “The car… is as thrilling as its owner.” Those words echoed in my head.The evening breeze swept through her long, silky black hair, carrying a faint trace of her shampoo, something clean and maddeningly
Lana’s POV My eyes stung, feeling the distinct heat of the sun on my face. When consciousness clawed its way back to me, it felt like shards of glass scraping through my skull. My head ached mercilessly, pulsing in a rhythm that made me wince as soon as I cracked my eyes open. Every muscle in my b







