Ninety One.

Lana’s POV

There were talks every day. Some that I was shielded from, others where they encouraged me to talk. But I never had anything to say. Other than feeling like my head was going to explode.

Blake was growing more and more pissed off when no one could come up with a plan. What Blake wanted to do was use me. I had agreed to it. But so many of the pack hated the idea. They thought that I would turn on them, or that Logan would use me to get exactly what he wanted.

It didn’t help that Logan continued to call to me. He seemed to think that he could talk to me whenever he wanted. It was impossible for me to block him. He would never ask me how I was. It was always questioning me about Blakes plans. When I didn’t answer, he would grow mad and cut me off. And for a moment, I would find relief. He was choosing the Blood Pack over me.

I had stopped trying to fight it or trying to hide it. Blake would always know. He had already said that Logan was trying to break me down. I finally beli