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 moment Bella rejoined us, her eyes were darting around the decorated hall like a child stepping into a candy shop. She clasped her drink in both hands and leaned closer to me.“Okay, Lana,” she whispered conspiratorially, her voice buzzing with excitement. “Tell me I’m not crazy, bu
Lana’s POV The evening sky bled into soft shades of orange and mauve as I sat cross-legged on my bed, the vanity light illuminating my room in a faint glow. I had clothes scattered around me, half rejected, half undecided, as I tried to prepare for Issac’s birthday party. My hair was in loose wave
Lana's POV The cool wind of the Iron Fangs Pack’s border carried a subtle chill, brushing against my cheeks as the rustling of distant pine trees whispered in the day. Damon’s hand suddenly reached for my coat, his movements careful yet deliberate as he helped adjust the collar.His fingertips gra
Lana’s POVThe arena’s lights were blinding, reflecting against the silver rails and glinting across my unexpected savior’s face as if the entire world had paused to frame this exact moment.My breath hitched. My eyes blinked rapidly, my lips parted… but no sound escaped me.It was him.Damon.He s







