Twenty-Three: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

I woke up significantly earlier than I had intended, but as soon as my mind started to rejoin reality, all I could think about was Oliver.

I hadn't laughed that much since I was a teenager. I was twenty-five. Yet, until last night, I felt like I was fifty.

But, he was outside protecting us and working while I slept in my comfortable bed. It didn't seem fair. As soon as I was conscious enough, I pulled myself out of my bed and made my way to the living room.

The pull to him told me that he was right on the other side of the door, but I still glanced out the window first. Guilt wracked through me as I watched him tremble with the cold while he slept, curled up in a ball. His brown-furred ear twitched before his beautiful green eyes opened and met mine.

I couldn't help the smile that graced my lips as he climbed to his feet. The sun had yet to rise, and as I opened the door, that cold night's air wafted into the room, s