Forty.

Lana’s POV

His body was warm, though covered in dried blood. I couldn't tell if it was his or someone else's, I hoped it wasn't his.

The moment I saw him, relief flooded me. I had never been happier than I was at this moment. I worked fast to unbind him as his purple eyes glazed over. I wondered who he was talking to, I could only link Sam.

As his hands are freed, he holds me flush against him, his hands pressing against my lower back.

“Why are you naked?” he mutters quietly. That was what he was concerned with?

“I shifted.”

“At least that settles one thing!” I wasn’t sure what it meant, I wasn’t sure if maybe he was delirious from the wolfsbane but he continued to hold me, my chest pressed against his, our breath’s falling in time with one another.

“Where are we?”

The woman had hit me over the head with something and the moment I fell to the floor, they had me tied up in the same way as Logan.

“Shifters got us!”

“You mean half breeds?” I remembered what he said back in my apartment