Lana POV

I climb in bed, yet I felt extremely restless, I heard them go to bed a few hours ago, could hear their soft snoring through the wall. My wounds still aching and the bloodlust keeping me awake as I fought against it. Every noise in the house irritating me as I try to get comfortable, try to find sleep. Looking at the clock on my phone screen it was 2 AM.

Getting up, I go to the kitchen and get a drink of milk, opening the fridge I find all Tate’s beer gone and sigh looking in the bin, but they weren’t in there. Walking outside I check...