Trying To Escape From The Big Bad Alpha... Again

Olive woke up in a soft, comfortable but small bed and wondered how she got there.

She sat up and stretched. Her body ached terribly, but other than that, she was fine. And she was alive. But where was she?

She looked around the small, cozy room. The floor was pure white and matched the walls and ceiling. The bed was cushioned up with lots of pillows and had the fluffiest blanket ever. No wonder she slept well. She stepped out of the bed and walked to a window which was covered by a light blue cotton. She pulled it away and looked outside.

Olive gasped when she saw how far the ground was from where she was. And how exquisite the environment was. Was she at some castle in England?

She looked to her right and her heart froze instantly. A flag was fluttering tirelessly in the morning breeze on a pole. A red flag with a golden wolf head baring its fangs. The official flag of Balendin Pack. Olive was in Balendin Pack. That was her worst nightmare.

She moved backwards with her heart thumpin