LOGINLana'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.
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 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 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







