CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: SURPRISE

She awoke in a room she had never been in.

By all standards, it was better than any place she had been in the last forty-eight hours— not in a hospital ward, and not in a room that seemed like a warehouse. The early morning sun’s rays came in through the large window and brought cheer to the predominantly white room; white curtains, white walls, white tiles.

Amidst the cheer of the room, there was a dark feeling in her chest, and she struggled to remember as she sat up.

Her baby!

“Glad to see you awake, Alisa,” Elliott said, sitting in a high-backed chair that looked almost like a throne. His eyes were fixed on hers so powerfully that she wanted to turn away.

What had happened the previous night seemed like a dream to her now, and she almost could not believe that all of it had happened, that she had sat through a wolf meeting and was still alive till now.

“You fainted to hear that we had killed your child you had with the man who murdered your parents.”

The words hit Alisa like a blo