Thirty-Five: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

The warmth of his skin against mine had my mind reeling. Everything I had planned to discuss with him went right out the door. I knew he needed sleep, and that had been my first intention. Even though it was night and he would normally go outside and deal with the rogues, he hadn't slept in twenty-four hours.

I didn't want him to wear himself down, especially when I knew how stressed he was already.

My plan had been to make him sleep, preferably in my bed with his arms around me tonight. In the morning, I would have to tell him about James. He would need to know the truth, and we would have to come up with a plan to keep Maddie and me hidden if we were to go stay with his pack.

But finally having him back in my arms after worrying about him all day had me wanting to just enjoy him being home and not focus on anything else.

"I'm fine! I was more worried about you! I just kept thinking about you getting cornered by rogues and not coming home to me." I whispered as I