Sixty-Two: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

The smell of rogues approaching had us piling into our cars quickly. While they would be no match for us, I couldn't risk having Lana in the line of fire, especially while injured. With us being on free land as well, they would see us having such a large number of pack wolves here in an attempt to claim the area. The threat to their land would encourage them to attack to fight to the death to keep it for themselves.

The amount of no-man's land in the country was already rapidly dwindling. The room they had to run free was getting smaller each year as packs, humans, and other species alike expanded their communities. The larger we all grew, the less room the rogues had.

I kept Lana curled up against my side as everyone settled into the cars, but she happily kept her hold on me as we pulled away from the house for what I hoped was the last time. I was ready to take her home, to give her a real house where she would be safe.

Several pairs of feral wolves lined the road