  &quot;You didn t kill it did you, it had a cub&quot; I ask Archer looking down at him. Tate s voice flitting through my head.
      &quot;No bears are off limits I just scared it off, fucker bit our leg&quot; He says, and I notice the chunk of flesh on his back leg hanging slightly but already healing.
      I nod listening for the noise before seeing a rabbit next to the stream, it looks up taking off and I chase it but with my hurt leg it outran me running into a log. Archer watching me curiously as I reach my arm in trying to reach it, when I feel its fur and grab it, pulling it out by its ears.
      &quot;Sorry little one&quot; I tell it, before sinking my teeth into it and draining it. Archer whines loudly sniffing me as he approaches, he looks at the dead rabbit in my hands before looking up at me.
      &quot;Don t look at me like that, I feel terrible enough&quot; I tell him, 

  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 the bin, surely, he didn t drink an entire carton, I think to myself as I open the bin.
      I find the carton all the bottle still full. I grab them out opening them and emptying them on the grass. I had emptied three of them when I hear his voice behind me making me jump.
      &quot;I wouldn t have got them back out&quot; He says,

  Lana POV
      The next three days I refused to speak to them, I was eager for my sister to come in two days, I was planning on leaving with her and heading back home. I didn t sign up for this shit show, and I wasn t planning on sticking around for more of it.
      Tate has tried to speak to me numerous times, but I just ignore him, and he eventually leaves me alone, I have also been sleeping in the spare room, keeping my distance. The worst part is feeling Tate s emotions which are all over the place, he feels torn but for the most part his guilt was eating at me, yet I refuse to feel sorry for him, he did this, he caused the rift not me.
      Drake has been really anxious because of this impending war his father has declared yet we haven t seen a single person from his pack even try to step a foot on the territory. Tate has been doing border patrols mostly and not coming home till

&quot;You didn t kill it did you, it had a cub&quot; I ask Archer looking down at him. Tate s voice flitting through my head.
      &quot;No bears are off limits I just scared it off, fucker bit our leg&quot; He says, and I notice the chunk of flesh on his back leg hanging slightly but already healing.
      I nod listening for the noise before seeing a rabbit next to the stream, it looks up taking off and I chase it but with my hurt leg it outran me running into a log. Archer watching me curiously as I reach my arm in trying to reach it, when I feel its fur and grab it, pulling it out by its ears.
      &quot;Sorry little one&quot; I tell it, before sinking my teeth into it and draining it. Archer whines loudly sniffing me as he approaches, he looks at the dead rabbit in my hands before looking up at me.
      &quot;Don t look at me like that, I feel terrible enough&quot; I tell him, as he sniffs it before taking it. I nearly throw up as Archer eats the body, the crunching of its 

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