"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, ...