Olivia's POV
It's been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien's mansion, and I hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn't like I was locked in… it was my own choice.
Alpha Damien had been busy. He only visited at night, checking on me quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every time—like something heavy was weighing on him. I didn't ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't about me. Probably pack problems.
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia's room. The picture of her… and the girl beside her. The girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?
My mind wouldn't stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.
My throat felt dry. I needed water.