LOGINLANA'S POV
Lana's POVWhen Tia saw I remained unmoved, her mask cracked. The smirk vanished. The pretense dropped. Her eyes turned cold, flat, dangerous."You
Lana's POVI wasn't expecting to see Tia the following day.She appeared at the edge of the camp as the sun was setting, her silhouette unmistakable even from a distance. I hadn't seen her in months—not since she'd slithered her way into Liam's bed while pretending to be my friend. Now she stood there, one hand resting on her swollen belly, her eyes glittering with something dark and satisfied.She had found a
Lana's POVMoments LaterThe healers came and went. Sheila came more often. She stood at the doorway of the room they'd moved Damon to—a small cabin not far from the ruined refuge, borrowed from a family who owed Dave a favor."Lana." Sheila touched my shoulder. "You need to rest. Eat something. Sleep. Just for an hour."
Lana's POVWe held each other in that dark refuge, tangled in a storm of agony and love. His arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his chest, the world outside forgotten. The wind howled, the snow fell, and for a few moments, we were just two broken people clinging to the only thing that made sense.
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
Damon's POVThe silence at the breakfast table was louder than any argument. You could feel the anger rolling off Dave in hot, bitter waves, and the cold fury coming from Sheila was like a block of ice. It was obvious something big had gone down between the two hotheaded mates. My wolf stirred, agi
Lana’s POV The room was small, dim, and reeking of stale wine and fear. My body trembled uncontrollably as I crouched beneath the bed, my skin burning as if fire had found a home beneath it. Whatever they’d forced into me was still working through my veins — a heat that didn’t feel like mine. My w
Lana’s POV The look on his face said it all. That little smirk, the fire in his eyes—he knew. He knew that after the drug had worn off, in the deep, quiet part of the night, I’d said those words to him. I’d spoken willingly. My sober self had been buried under layers of exhaustion and something el
Lana's POV By the time we reached his car, a new different kind of heat began to spread through my veins, a slow, insistent fire that had nothing to do with my wounds. The drug Dora had forced down my throat was waking up.In the car, my head lolled against the seat. I watched his profile —the har







