Stella–POV
I woke up with a dull headache, sitting on a bed. My hands were shackled. I tried to break free, but it was no use; the shackles were too strong, and my heartbeat quickened with panic. I couldn't recall anything except running and then someone knocked me out.
"You're awake, Stella," a voice startled me. My eyes darted to the door as it swung open. A strong, tall woman walked in. Despite her left cheek's small, burning scar, she looked regal and fabulous. Her presence was commanding.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Where am I?" She sighed, as if expecting these questions from me.
"I am Alpha Vella of the Cursed Crescent Pack," she declared with an air of authority, her tone leaving no doubt about her leadership status.
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