Lana’s P.O.V.
Four hours
four f*****g hours
It took me four f*****g hours to get rid of most of my fears about the invasion that had happened in my apartment. And even now, I had to thank Jamie. If it weren’t for him. I wouldn’t know what I would have done. I would probably have been on the run again, until Robert would have found me …again. And God only knows what he would have been able to do, once he would have found me. But now, Jamie was here, and he was with me. He was willing to protect me, to keep me safe. And what probably surprised me the most, was that his friends even wanted to protect me as well. Men who I had seen only once in my life before! They were willing to drive all this way, just to make sure that I was safe. And would stay safe.
Is that really how a pack works?
