One Hundred Ten: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V

Lana was on cloud nine for the rest of the day until we went to sleep. Once the lights went out, the cold reality that we had only one full day left before the rogues would attack sobered her up quickly. We ended up laying under the blankets, wrapped in each other arms in silence as we pondered what the future held for us.

Whether we had help or not, they were still going to kill some of our people, and they still wanted my head.

I was waiting on a few other packs to reach back out to me, but this late in the game, I wasn't sure that they would make it on time if they did decide to join the fight. Having one pack confirming they were on their way was a very useful bargaining chip when I spoke with the others. It may have been peer pressure, but it was making them reconsider.

First thing in the morning, after eating breakfast with Lana and Maddie, I asked Parker if we could meet. He needed to know that we would not be alone, but I also wanted to make sure that he kne