MasukLana's POV
The battlefield settled into a stalemate.
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.
Sheila’s POVI had decided to attend Tide Holdings' little celebration out of boredom since I was still in Star Moon pack. The air inside one of the event center’s private lounge shimmered with low jazz and amber light, the kind that made expensive sins feel justified. Crystal glasses clinked. Laug
Lana’s POV When Damon said he would give me anything, I thought it was just one of his smooth lines, the kind that slipped from his lips like honey and always left me unsure whether to laugh or melt.But it wasn’t until I thought of it and the next second that I learned what he truly meant. And he
Lana’s POV The echoes of applause still lingered faintly in my mind long after the ceremony ended. The lights, the whispers, the way everyone’s eyes had followed me after that speech, it all replayed like a film stuck on loop. But now that it was all over, and I had finally returned to the quiet o
Damon’s POVShe looked at me like I had just said something that could pull the entire earth off its axis. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief – half amused, half dazed, as if my words had knocked her balance a little. That look, damn, that look always did something to me. The







