Three.

Lana’s POV

It's been a year since the incident. The voice! Saying he is Logan and he is my mate, he never linked me again. It’s weird, but I soon pushed the thoughts out of my head as I started a new beginning.

New city and new apartment and I could smell their stench before I opened my door. Why the hell did they have to smell so vile and why were there so many in my apartment block? This was not what I had signed up for when I moved here.

“Shitty wolves!” I mutter to myself.

Knocking back some painkillers. I quickly guzzle some water in the hopes that it would prevent a headache from starting. It already felt like it was going to be a long day and I hadn’t even left my apartment.

Groaning, I grab my bag and lock the door. Quickly making my way to the elevator. Hoping and praying that I wouldn’t bump into one of them. The last thing I needed is to stink like a wolf all day. It was bad enough it took me hours to get the stench off me last night, it’s like it just clings to me. Yet I never had a smell?!

Pressing the button to call the elevator, I look around, thankfully I was alone. The scent from before must have been from wolves that had passed by my door. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the doors, I’m thankful that every curl was still pinned down, hopefully it would stay like that. I had a very important meeting and my curly hair was the last thing I needed to worry about.

The doors slide open and I have to hold back every feeling that’s raging through me as five male wolves stare at me, smirks all over their faces as they run their eyes over me, trying to undress me in their minds. If I had been anyone else, I might have been afraid but five wolves were the least of my problems. I had got rid of more last night.

Stepping in, they give me a little space. It helps that I have a mark on my neck and I make sure to tilt my head so they see it as I turn around. It makes them think that I am taken, yet I have never met my alleged mate and I hope to keep it that way. 

I hadn’t heard his voice, not since that night. I hoped that I would never hear it again, yet I couldn’t get his name out of my head. It was the first thing I thought about each day and the last thing before bed. I didn’t know who he was or if I had actually imagined it.

As the doors slide shut, I try to hold my breath. It was not what I needed. Each wolf smelt different and not in a good way. Some days it would become to overwhelming that it would make me physically sick

“Hey babe, where’s your man?” One of them tries to slip his arms around my waist, my body stiffens under the touch. Why were they always like this? They see the mark and yet they still think they can try and touch me up. Like I’m free game..

“Come on Lana!” I mutter to myself and finally hit the guy in the face.

“What’s your problem?” Another wolf chimes in, stepping around the guy I had just hit. His blue eyes piercing my own.

“Your friend needs to learn to keep his hands to himself.” I snap, baring my teeth. I may hate wolves but I still had the abilities of one. Something that had grown stronger over the last year.

“Come on, he obviously likes you.”

Letting out a groan, I drop my bag to the ground. Preparing myself, this was not where I normally took down wolves.

“Look, I just need to get to work. I’m late as it is and I don’t need any scrawny wolf trying to touch me up!” Scrawny was a complete lie. They were all big, all around the six foot mark and were heavily built. But the comment was enough to wind them up.

“Then you should ask your man to take you.” His voice drops lower. “If you were mine, you would be at home anyway, playing to my every need!.” He lets out a chuckle as he looks around at his mates.

I could feel my own nostrils flare at his comment. Why did they always assume I needed a man? Why did they think every woman wanted to do nothing more than be humped? They were just a few of the many reasons I hated them.

Wait, “Logan”. The name flowed into my mind. I shook it off, it’s no time for me to think of him now. Strange, anyway he can’t come to my rescue.

Spitting on the floor at his feet, a growl escapes my lips.

“I wouldn’t want anything to do with your kind!” Why couldn’t they have just remained hidden? Living away from humans, keeping themselves to themselves. It had been fine until about fifteen years ago and now there were wolves everywhere.

The group of men burst into laughter as I stand my ground.

“Who are you trying to kid? You're one of us, I can smell it!” The guy with the blue eyes laughs deeply. Whereas the guy with the bloody nose keeps his mouth shut and watches me. Like he knew what I was planning. Maybe I 

“Come on Sam, she has made herself clear!”

Thankfully the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open. I was more than grateful to see Abby on the other side. She pulls me in for a hug, quickly glancing at the men.

“Stefan is waiting in the car!” 

“Who?” I mouth

“You’re imaginary mate” she mouths back.

I hear the wolves groan from behind me and was so grateful to Abby. She had saved my skin more than once. But we don’t talk about that.

The men don’t follow us as we walk to the parking lot. Abby is busy giggling that the wolves were such idiots when she suddenly turns to me.

“Are you ready for the meeting with Mr Lonecrown?” she teases.

“Yes!” I mutter as I brush down my clothes, hoping that I didn’t smell of wolf.

“And if he is a wolf?”

“I will do nothing!” I shake my head

“Perfect!”

“I don’t like it though!” I mutter as I climb in her car.

“I know you don’t, but we can’t have you blowing our cover can we.”