LOGINLana's POV
Lana's POVI clutched the letter fragment in my hands, reading it over and over until the words blurred. Damon's seal. His handwriting. His betrayal. But was it real? The elder had seemed sincere, but I'd learned the hard way that sincerity could be faked. The parchment could be forged. The seal could be stolen.I didn't know what to believe.But I knew I couldn't face him. Not yet. Not calmly.
Lana's POV The days settled into a rhythm. Peace, fragile but real, wrapped around the valley like the morning mist. I woke each dawn beside Damon, his arm heavy across my waist, his breath warm on my neck. We'd lie there for a moment, pretending the world outside didn't exist.
Lana's POV The new pack had bones now. Sturdy ones. Cabins lined the valley floor, smoke curling from their chimneys. The central hall stood near the altar, its doors open to anyone who needed warmth, food, or counsel. Trenches and traps guarded the gorge, hidden beneath snow and shadow, ready for the enemy we knew would come.
Lana's POV We couldn't stay where we were. My father's alliance knew our position—had scouts watching our borders, tracking our movements, waiting for the right moment to strike. If we remained, we'd be pinned down, surrounded, destroyed piece by piece.Damon found the valley on an old map, hidden in the archives of the pack library. A place between the glacier and the forest, tucked into the mountains where no one had lived for generations."Easily defensible," he said, tracing the path with his finger. "One entrance. Steep walls on three sides. Fresh water from the glacier melt. Game in the forest."I looked at the map. At the narrow pass, the high ridges, the way the terrain funneled any attacker into a kill zone."It's perfect," I said."It's home."---We moved at dawn.The pack traveled in silence, wolves and humans and children bundled against the cold. The injured rode in carts pulled by those strong enough to walk. The Grail pulsed at the center of our column, its light a be
Lana's POVThe camp came alive the moment we crossed the border. Word spread fast—the Luna was back. The Grail was found. The old pack was saved.Damon met me at the edge of the trees. His eyes swept over me first, checking for wounds, for blood, for anything t
Lana's POV The ruins of Moon Tide loomed before us, dark against the starless sky. I'd grown up in these halls, played in these courtyards, learned to fight in these shadows. Now they felt like a tomb.
DAMON’S POV I eased the car to a smooth stop in front of the lounge, the engine humming low like a predator that refused to rest. My eyes swept the polished glass doors, already picturing Lana walking through them with her chin high and her eyes flashing.“This won’t take more than five minutes,”
Lana’s POV The glowing screen burned against my palm, and I couldn’t help it, my lips curved into a sly smile. His message blinked at me, sharp and commanding.“Delete. That. Photo. Now!”I whispered the words softly, almost enjoying how his possessiveness spilled through even in text. The sound o
Lana’s POV Her eyes widened, her bravado slipping.And I allowed the question to hang in the air, like a dagger poised to drop.My words had struck the very nerve I wanted them to, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she could mask it. Adelle’s smile stiffened, a frozen curve that no longe
Lana's POV My heart lurched. I swallowed, my pulse hammering against my throat, but his words left no room for protest.And still, I didn’t look away.“Where are we going to your house?” I asked finally, breaking the spell before it drowned me. “The Cross Estate, right?”He frowned immediately, hi







