Olivia's POV
A jackhammer. There had to be a jackhammer pounding in my head this very second. That could be the only explanation for this horrendous aching. My body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede—my head pounding, stomach twisting with nausea, and cold sweat clinging to my skin.
I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, and that was when I noticed my mother, fast asleep in the armchair beside my bed. I swallowed hard and glanced around, only to realize that I was in my room.
I furrowed my brow as it took me a few seconds to recall all that had happened. The memory flashed back in my head. I remembered them—they played like a movie in my mind. Anita in the arms of my supposed husbands. Their bodies entwined as they had her, while they forced me to watch.
My wolf growled in my h
