Hermione’s POV My eyelids flickered open, and I blinked to focus on the blurred green, black, and white of the night forest. A sort of drugged fear overcame my senses. Where was I? How was I moving? No. I was being carried like a rag doll by none other than the enemy. I remembered his name. Felixe Andreadis! Who didn’t know the creature? He was the most feral wolf of the Whiteridge Pack, who had to give up his position as Alpha to go to a rehabilitation center. Later, his uncle, Alpha Atticus, appointed him his Gamma to prove himself! Was he cured? I had no idea! I could feel a pounding ache in my skull. My limbs were numb. Maybe it was the effect of the drug he injected into my body! I lay helplessly over his shoulder as he marched through the heavily forested area. I could hear a faint gushing of water nearby. It seemed as if we were near a water body! Was it a river, a waterfall, or a lake?I tried to move my head to check my surroundings, but the ache made it an impossible tas
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