The Report

Author's POV:

A short smile was plastered on Olivera's lips as she walked side by side with the Pack's doctor out of the Margret's house, her hands clutching tightly to the bag which hung on her shoulders.

At the last moment, she had been able to thank the woman more appropriately, even with a bow at one time, to show her gratefulness for the meal the latter had thoughtfully kept aside for her.

"You seem happy." She heard Nick say, and smiled the more, ignoring the hateful look she was getting from another slave who was squatting adjacent to her, on the other side of the street, washing some metallic objects.

She didn't know what they were, but she guessed that they were tools quite alright.

"Yes. I feel lucky to have been put up with you first. I don't want to imagine what would have been my fate if I had been sent off to someone like Mark." She replied, happiness shining in her deep blue eyes.

"I see. So, I am your lucky charm then." Nick mentioned with a chuckle; smiling the m