Eighty-Three: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

The dark mahogany wood of the large brown table was particularly interesting. The lines and swirls of the knots in the polished wood were a lot less intimidating than the wolves surrounding it. I had never seen so many large men and women in such a confining space.

Each body that was added to the room seemed to take away more oxygen from around us, sending me into an internal spiral. I knew everything was okay, and I didn't want to embarrass Oliver by falling victim to my demons and having an outburst or panic attack. Yet, the lack of freedom, and the fact that every single person in the room with me could easily overpower me, made the walls close in just a bit further.

My mind was in a spiral, but my body was frozen, my fingers gripping the arms of the chair in fists so tight I could no longer feel my hands.

The sound of the door slamming closed made me jump, and Oliver quickly grabbed the hand closest to him, prying my fin