CHAPTER 8: SAVIOR

**Evelyn**

*Three days later…*

I woke up startled, sitting up on the bed as my hand flew to my chest. I panted heavily as the remnants of a nightmare still lingered in my mind, a sense of loss and misery washing over me.

‘Dream. It is just a dream,’ I told myself and slowly my breathing turned normal.

Once I turned calm, I opened my eyes, only to stiffen as I realised that I was not in my room. Suddenly, I remembered how the assassins tried to attack me after I left the pack and how I had fallen off the cliff while trying to escape. As if on cue, a torrent of aches and pains assaulted me, a pounding headache the worst of all.

Trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my arms, I scooted over to the edge of the bed. Warily, I looked over the room, trying to find any clues to where I was. I With bare white walls and minimal furniture, the room lacked any personal touch. It left no clue about the owner. I bit my lips as I pondered the situation, wondering if I was in enemy territory or no