LOGINLana'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 POV The space between us shrank, charged with something I couldn’t name. Damon leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek, his nose brushing mine so faintly it stole the air from my lungs.For a suspended heartbeat, I thought he would kiss me. His gaze dipped, lingering on my lips, before
Lana's POV “Hey – let go…” My protest stumbled and died, muffled beneath the steady strength of his grip. My fingers pushed weakly against his chest, but he didn’t budge, his jaw tight and unreadable as he carried me away.He ignored every sound I made, walking with those long, unhurried strides t
Lana's POV Then he smiled.I knew that smile. That mischievous little tilt of his lips, the one that screamed trouble without making a sound. Damon didn’t even bother to argue with me this time, he just gave me that lazy, devil-may-care look, dimples dipping faintly, and strolled casually toward t
Lana's POV I wanted to believe Damon was joking, but the quiet confidence in his voice and that undying smile stretching across his lips dared me not to. My jaw clenched, and I forced myself to shrug, pretending it didn’t matter.“Do whatever you want,” I muttered, turning away.Before Damon could







