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 My eyes stung, feeling the distinct heat of the sun on my face. When consciousness clawed its way back to me, it felt like shards of glass scraping through my skull. My head ached mercilessly, pulsing in a rhythm that made me wince as soon as I cracked my eyes open. Every muscle in my b
Lana's POV Our eyes locked, and in that stillness, something unspoken passed between us. His storm-gray gaze held me firmly, pinning me to the moment until I could hardly breathe. I hated it, hated how easily he disarmed me. Yet in the depths of that gaze, I found myself remembering all the nights
Damon's POV The moment I stepped into Obsidian Group Tower, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed, footsteps quickened. Heads dipped in deference, but I still felt their eyes on me, cautious and curious.They’d all heard.Word had spread fast, Lana, standing before a crowd, fierce and unfli
Lana’s POV The bar was warm and heady with the mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the subtle thrum of music vibrating against the floorboards. Sheila leaned across the small table between us, her lips curved with the easy kind of smile that made her eyes glimmer under the golden lights.“To ne







