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Lana's POV Damon stepped in. The door slammed shut behind him. The lock clicked."You can't keep me here." I spun to face him, chest heaving. "Thi
Lana's POV Norman's spy never left my side.At first it was just one, the weasel-faced wolf who followed me everywhere, pretending to be busy with inventory or messages. But after that moment in the corridor, when I'd slipped away from him for just a few minutes, the numbers multiplied.Now they were everywhere.Two of them during breakfast. Three during the afternoon preparations. By evening, I couldn't turn a corner without spotting one lurking, watching, reporting back to Norman. They were good at their jobs—subtle, discreet, never obvious. But I felt their eyes like a constant itch between my shoulder blades.All eyes on me. Watching every move. Every breath.So I acted. Smiled when Norman appeared. Nodded when he gave orders. Played the obedient pawn so perfectly that even I almost believed it. Every breath was a lie.---That night, the pack grounds blazed with torchlight. Sheila and Dave completed their mating bond in a ceremony both ancient and intimate. The elders chanted. T
Lana's POV With Dave's unwavering protection, Sheila pulled herself out of despair. It wasn't instant, nothing about grief ever is. But day by day, she stopped crying. Started planning. Started looking at Dave differently.They planned to complete the wolf-bond mate
Lana's POV I stayed back till night fell. Hidden in the shadows, pressed against cold metal, waiting for something, anything to go right. The depot had grown quiet, most workers gone home, only a few lights casting long shadows across the concrete.Tyler must have broken free from Norman's compulsion after Norman left. That'
Lana's POV He patted my shoulder, then moved to stand directly in front of me. Purposefully and deliberately blocking any line of sight between me and Tyler, making sure I couldn't accidentally telegraph anything with my eyes or expression.I forced my voice low. Steady. "He's human. He won't be an obstacle."
Lana's POV I continued to pretend to submit. That's what survival looks like when you're trapped. Smile when Norman wants smiles. Nod when he wants agreement. But gather discreetly every scrap of evidence I could find – messages, meeting notes, names of his conspirators. I hid them in places no one would think to look, building a case brick by brick, piece by piece, waiting for the moment I could use it.
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