Lana's POV
The cool wind of the Iron Fangs Pack’s border carried a subtle chill, brushing against my cheeks as the rustling of distant pine trees whispered in the day. Damon’s hand suddenly reached for my coat, his movements careful yet deliberate as he helped adjust the collar.
His fingertips grazed my shoulder through the thick fabric, and despite myself, the warmth seeped deep into my skin, an echo of something I thought I had buried long ago. For just a fleeting moment, I felt myself drifting back to a time when things were simpler… when we loved each other without hesitation, without betrayal, without any obstruction or Liam standing between us.
But it only lasted for a heartbeat.
I forced myself to blink the memories away and straighten my posture, shoving those emotions where t
