Olivera's POV:
My heart skipped as I heard the voice of the strange man for the second time.
Who was he? Where were we leaving to? I wondered, a bit confused on whether I should follow his orders or rather remain there. Even though he was my savior, I wasn't ready to dive into another trouble as I'm already in one as it is. I thought, my eyes darting towards Francis' head. I subdued the urge to throw up.
Why had the man killed him that way? Not that I felt pity for the callous taskmaster. Of course not. It was just a bit extreme. What would I tell Rose and the others? Won't they accuse me of being a murderer? And what was this nonsense that the man had just spilled out? Mate?
I almost scoffed. Wait, till he heard that I'm wolfless. He would reject me for sure.
