Lana’s POVAs the room came into view, I could see hundreds of people standing around the edge. All looking on at something.The man in the middle is blocking my view but he is talking to someone. I couldn’t make out anything they were saying, just low mutterings, nothing that seemed to form any words or make any sense.My hands and my legs were both tied to the chair when the tall dark haired man suddenly turns and looks at me. His piercing red eyes twinkled as he hurried towards me. I couldn’t go anywhere, I couldn’t move. Why was I always in these situations?He mutters something to me, his words still not making any sense. Almost like he was talking another language. He looks over my shoulder and someone else joins him. A man, I think or at least a maculine woman. They touch my head and instantly I feel my body relax as sleep takes me.Opening my eyes, I find myself on a four poster bed. Crisp white sheets beneath me and a white fleece blanket covered me, but that was all that was

Logan’s POVThe men launched me back into the dungeon, sending my body rolling across the concrete ground.“Him?” I hear one of them mutter, but no one else speaks as the dungeon door slams shut. I had no idea what they were talking about. As I stand myself up, something moves behind me. Turning on the spot, I see Sam cuffed to the wall, his body beaten and bloodied. He wasn’t healing.“Sam, what the fuck happened?”“She tricked me. That witch tricked me!” He mumbles his words, while pulling faces, His bottom lip was swollen.“Why are you not healing?”“Wolfsbane!” He mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. Wolfsbane was fatal to him, to any wolf other than myself. I watched as his body cramped up. Pain and fire would be coursing through his veins. His only method of survival would be an antidote. Wolfsbane was the most dangerous thing to a werewolf.“Who knows you are here, Sam?”“No one!”Everyone else from the pack were too far away to reach through mind link. There were no other wolves

Logan’s POVHallen wouldn’t give me any more information. Instead he returned me to the dungeon. Sam was pacing up and down and Hallen glares at him. He knew someone had saved Sam, someone had given him an antidote.“Who saved you?” His voice is low, it echoes around the dark dungeon.“I did!” I tell Hallen.“How, you are a wolf like he is.”“You know wolfsbane doesn’t really harm me.” His red eyes move from Sam to me.“I certainly underestimated you.” He moves quicker than a blink of the eye. Slamming the dungeon door shut. Leaving Sam and I alone.“Well?” Sam questions.“There’s nothing.”“What do you mean? Lana is here right?”“Yes Lana is here. I tried to get inside his head but it was empty. There was no chaos like most peoples, no organisation like yours. There was nothing.”“It makes sense Logan, He is dead after all.”“He wasn’t even aware I was in there.”“Again, he is dead. What did you expect?”Hallen had said that I needed to look closer to home, had he been talking about

Lana’s POVMy mouth falls open as I stare at him, unsure of what he just said. He repeats the words, telling me that I lost consciousness, that my heart just suddenly stopped. How I scared everyone, that everyone was afraid of losing their Alpha.“That doesn’t make any sense.” The words come out all croaky and I realise how dry my throat is. Without hesitating, Logan hands me a glass of water. “Lana. What the hell happened out there? Did you eat something? Did you take something? Did Hallen give you something?” He was firing these questions at me, like I knew what had happened. I didn’t.All I remember is shifting and running, how each step started to hurt and how I felt cold. Even now, I was freezing.“Did Hallen do something to you Lana?”“No, well I don’t think so.” I wrap my arms around myself as the cold seeped in.“Freya has worked hard. She has been trying to figure out what happened to you.”“How? How am I alive?”He clenches his jaw, turning his gaze from me. Whatever it was

Logan’s POV“What was all the noise about?” Her words are quiet. She blinks a few times and I see how her eyes are shaking. Just a little, but enough for me to notice as she turns her head in my direction.“Lana, are you okay?” It was a stupid question. It was obvious that she wasn’t.“I’m fine….” she wobbles slightly. Her hand reaching out to the door frame to steady herself.“Lana. I know you’re not.”As the blanket falls from her shoulders, she reveals her blood soaked pyjama shirt. There were slits in the material, just over her stomach. Like claws had raked over her.Uncle Liam rises from the chair as I demand to know what happened.“I did it.” She mutters as I run my fingers over the wounds. They were healing, just very slowly.“Why would you do this to yourself?”“I thought… I thought you had gone.”The whites of her eyes were dimming as she struggled to stand upright.“What do you mean? I’m right here.”“It hurts.” She mouths as she stumbles forward, crashing into me. Her eyes