Alpha Elian’s POV
I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling as darkness covered with the Pack house; it was night already. I couldn’t shake the image of that slave, her eyes filled with fear and her body trembling with fear.
Sleep escaped my eyes, as my mind was filled with thoughts of that slave. I felt a strange connection towards her. She looked familiar to me. I felt as though we knew each other somewhere, but I didn’t know where. I couldn’t pinpoint where I saw her or where I knew her from.
I tossed and turned, but my body was filled with restlessness with each passing moment.
As the night crept in, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was safe or where she was now. Did she manage to escape later on? As it got darker, I eventually drifted off to sleep.
I opened my eyes, my head poun
