Twenty-Two: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I could smell them as soon as I stepped outside. They were too close for comfort. The putrid smell of the rogues encroaching on my territory was something I wasn't going to let slide. Especially with my family such a short distance away.

Lana was finally opening up to me, and I wasn't going to let anyone get in between us. Her laughter tonight was so pure and relaxed. It was the first time I had heard it sound like that, and I wanted more. I wanted her to talk to me about everything. Sitting outside the past week and listening to the stress, frustration, and sadness in her voice was torture. But now, she sounded like herself, like the woman who had taken me in to heal me.

Hearing the lock on the door close behind me, I stormed off toward to tree line. The sooner I could get this done, the sooner I could come home. I had lost one mate before even meeting her. There was no way in Hell that I would let anything happen