OLIVIA’S POV
Morning came earlier than I expected.
I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside my window and golden rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. The light spilled across the room, reflecting softly against the polished floors and elegant furniture, giving the space a serene and almost dreamlike glow.
For a few seconds, I simply lay there.
Every morning, I was still mesmerized by the beauty of this room—its grandeur, its warmth, its quiet luxury. The carved wooden panels, the tall windows, the silk drapes… everything felt too refined, too beautiful to belong to someone like me.
Sometimes I had to remind myself that this was real.
I wondered what the rest of the pack territory looked like. The forests I had glimpsed from the balcony were vast and ancient, stretchi
