Drake POV
Her entire body was trembling as she fought her own desires to feed, to drain us. I pull her into the bathroom turning the shower on. Lana had claw marks going from her hair to her chin, deep gashes that were bleeding profusely.
Everything happened so quickly, we were at the eastern border, on our way back when we heard the crash. Tate took off running and I could hear through the mind link that a truck ploughed through the gates. It wasn’t until we got there that we realised it was a diversion. Lana’s panic hit us as rogues started coming from everywhere, our wolves running from their houses to join the fray as we tried to get back to the house.
Lana’s pain drove us harder as we could feel her being attacked, feel our kids' distress. Something needed to be done, but how did
