OLIVIA POV
*we got back in time, right after them leaving Silvermoon pack*
The hum of the engine was starting to lull me into a sort of trance, like the steady rhythm of Albert’s hands gripping the steering wheel was hypnotic. My eyes kept drifting between the blurred shapes of endless trees outside the window and the faint reflection of my own face in the glass. Hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, messy strands of hair hanging in uneven lengths because I’d hacked them off myself during captivity just to feel something I could control.
Yeah. I looked like s**t.
That wasn’t new.
But the silence—that was worse.
Albert hadn’t said more than three words to me since we got in the car this morning, and each mile that passed made the quiet heavier, like a second passenger sitting in the backseat, b
