Twenty.

Logan’s POV

They had killed all those wolves for such a pathetic reason. Something that I would never change, something that I didn’t want to change. There had to be more to it.

Lana’s mind had been harder to invade than anyone else's. Like she somehow had a barrier blocking her mind. It was only when she hit deep sleep that it finally broke, allowing me entry.

When I got the message that she was struggling, I very nearly didn’t go. But that same small part of me that cared for her, scratched at the back of my mind.

Her body was fidgeting even though her eyes were closed tight. Her breath heavy as she muttered words under her breath. She didn’t even stir when I pulled her onto my lap. My hand automatically went to her hair. My fingers ran through her tight curls like they had a mind of their own.

“We need to talk.” Uncle Liam breaks my thoughts and I chuck the remaining coffee back my throat.

“Look, I’m moving her today okay. She isn’t going to be here. You don’t need to say anything.