Damon’s POV
At first, I thought Lana was pure, but timid. I remembered watching her during a pack hunt, hanging back at the edges while the others surged forward. She held her bow like it was a foreign object, her knuckles white.
One of my random friends from then, Klaus, had laughed, elbowing me. "Look at the Huston girl from Moon Tide Pack. Pretty thing, but she’s going to come back empty-handed again. Useless in the woods."
I didn’t answer him. I just kept watching her. She wasn’t useless. She was… careful. Thoughtful. There was a quiet intensity in her eyes that the others, with all their brute force, completely missed.
Later, I found her sitting by a creek, looking frustrated, a single, pathetic leaf stuck in her hair.
“Tough day?” I’d asked, leaning against a tree.
She jumped,
