MasukLana'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 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
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







