MasukLANA'S POV
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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 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
Lana's POV Our eyes locked, and in that stillness, something unspoken passed between us. His storm-gray gaze held me firmly, pinning me to the moment until I could hardly breathe. I hated it, hated how easily he disarmed me. Yet in the depths of that gaze, I found myself remembering all the nights
Damon's POV The moment I stepped into Obsidian Group Tower, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed, footsteps quickened. Heads dipped in deference, but I still felt their eyes on me, cautious and curious.They’d all heard.Word had spread fast, Lana, standing before a crowd, fierce and unfli
Lana’s POV The bar was warm and heady with the mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the subtle thrum of music vibrating against the floorboards. Sheila leaned across the small table between us, her lips curved with the easy kind of smile that made her eyes glimmer under the golden lights.“To ne







