Olivia’s POV
I froze, not wanting to answer that question. The very last thing that I wanted to admit to my werewolf kindred, so soon after being accepted by them again, was that I had a blood bond with my vampire master. Especially if it was making me feel less like a werewolf.
Being a werewolf was one of the few things that connected me with the other slaves and with my family back home, even across this distance and the other changes in our lives. To lose that connection now felt unbearable.
Worse than losing the connection with my werewolf kin was feeling more and more like a vampire.
They were a hated enemy, despised and disgusting monsters. They’d murdered my father and so many others in cold blood, and treated my entire species like they were the lowest of the low, barely even p
