Sixty.

Lana’s POV

My hand was on the door handle when Blake returned, stopping me from opening the front door.

“Where are you going? You promised Logan you would stay.”

“Why, does he not trust me?” I snap back a little too aggressively.

“It’s not Logan who doesn’t trust you. It’s me. I know you are lying about the visions Lana. You can try and tell yourself that you cannot remember them. I can see right through you and tour words.”

“What visions?” I keep eye contact with him, trying to prove him wrong. But he was on the right path. I thought maybe, just maybe if I tell myself that they never happened. I could convince them too.

“That right there. I suggest you stop lying.”

“I am not lying.”

“You keep telling yourself that Lana. You can’t exactly hide it when they do happen anyway. I suggest you do as Logan asked and you sit and wait.”

“Why do you care what I do?”

“I am not willing to let the wolves die for the sake of a little girl.”

“I am not a little girl!”

“Watch that anger now. Pretty su