-Olivia’s Point of view-
-In the Night Walker Pack-
I let out a yawn as I awoke to yet another fresh and peaceful morning. It was ironic because I had never known what a fresh and peaceful day felt like. Being incarcerated in a werewolf prison had turned out to be an unexpected luxury, and why should I even contemplate an escape when I had everything I required?
A comfortable place to reside, regular sustenance, the occasional chance to shower, which brought a delightful sense of cleanliness, and a regular change of clothes, beautiful clothes at that.
I had never experienced such a sense of relaxation and contentment. I had never been treated so kindly in all my years. It felt bizarre to go through a day without ridicule or mistreatment.
Even the guards don't talk about me that much.
