LOGINLana's POV
He patted my shoulder, th
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.
Lana's POV Damon's eyes had been so empty, so dead, but I was deeply hoping he'd walk right over it. And I was scared to the bones that maybe one of Norman's men would spot it. Maybe this tiny, desperate act of protection would fail like everything else.
Lana's POV The days blurred together. I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record. He thought I was cooperating. He thought I was his.And the
Lana's POV I stepped back, crossing my arms as I watched Norman study me for a long moment, those calculating eyes roaming over my face like he was reading a book. Then he smiled, that same unsettling smile from earlier, and gestured casually toward the warehouse door.
Lana's POV I looked at him. The Norman standing before me wasn't the same one who'd lounged on Damon's couch complaining about game lag. That Norman had been annoying but harmless. This one...
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
Dave's POV The world got a little swimmy for a second, the bright lights of the party blurring into a haze. My knees felt weak, so I just dropped onto the fancy chair behind me. The red on my hand wasn't wine anymore. It was mine, welling up thick and dark between my fingers where the glass was bu
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







