MasukLana'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 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
Lana’s POV The water was still warm, clinging to my skin as I finally forced myself out of the tub. Drops slid down my legs, dampening the marble floor, and I snatched a towel from the rack, wrapping it tightly around myself. My cheeks burned at the memory of what I’d asked Damon for. Underwear.
Lana's POV Isaac’s voice carried smoothly over the hall, confident yet edged with something that made my stomach tighten. “I would like to thank everyone for being here tonight,” he said, smiling broadly, glass in hand. “It means a lot that you all came to celebrate with me. But before we move on
Lana's POV He had said it, each word sharp, cold, final.The weight of Damon’s tone silenced even Liam. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause right there at the edge of the glass doors.Liam’s jaw tightened, but the bravado he had carried moments ago when barking at the security guards had va







