CHAPTER 56

OLIVIA'S POV.

As I ran through the forest, desperate for an escape from the killing frenzy mood that I had gone into, a memory of Alexander took hold of me and I held my two ears with my hands in an attempt to stop the memory. But despite everything I did to stop it, the memory still came.

No, I was manipulated. That wasn't me.

But it didn't stop the screams from that night from crossing his head. Alexander moaned, pressing his head against the heel of his wrists. Everything was coming in full force.

'He did a good job. Alexander the Great, or so they call him. I had to see for myself, they were all dead,"

'Yes. I agree with the alpha. He's good. But, he wouldn't have killed his tribe without some little manipulation of our own."

'Yep. That witch knows how to do her job. Cheers to us, for winning."

The voices began to overlap one another, resounding in his head. He grabbed his head with his hands, screaming.

Make it stop. Make it stop.