Lana’s POV

1 week later

I hadn’t spoken to them, though Tate tried to ring, I just couldn’t bring myself to answer. Instead, I watched it ring, my heart thumping in my chest. I felt his pain, felt every emotion he ever felt for this entire week and with my own it was absolute torture. I could feel everything so strong I confused his feeling with my own, struggling to differentiate between them.

Sitting in my room, I hear a knock on the door before my sister walks in.

“How are you feeling today?” She asks. I had have been struggling with ridding myself of the wolfsbane, my mother said...