Eighty-Five: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

The rest of the day was tense. When the kids were let out of the safe room, Maddie had a collection of new stories that she wanted to share with me.

Meanwhile, Oliver didn't relax until his father had left the pack house and he had Maddie back, clinging to him like a koala bear.

I tried to talk to him about what happened when we were finally in the privacy of our bedroom, but he resisted, and I didn't want to force him. He had dealt with a lot of stressful encounters since coming home, and I wanted him to know that he didn't need to worry about that with me.

We were a team.

Yet, as I lay in bed, staring at the slowly rotating ceiling fan that was gently circulating the air and listening to the hum of the heater, my fears got the best of me. It was only a week until the full moon. With the impending war and all of the drama with Mr. Blake, we never got the chance to finish our conversation about me shifting.