“I need new clothes, Alpha. Things suitable for strolling outside,” Olive's voice reverberated in his head.

“Jackets, I suppose. Boots and Jean pants. I had lots of them back at the cult,” she added while staring into space with a weird smile on her face.

“What's with the awkward smile?”

“It feels like a dream. That I can wake up in another house not belonging to The Vrek Cult, and not worry about going back,” she answered and looked at her cold pizza.

She smiled, lifted it up to her lips again and took a very big bite. She munched happily and nodded her head rhythmically as if she had...