TO SATE AN ALPHA'S FURY

Sophie's POV

"This is impossible." I managed to say the words.

I reached for the library shelf. The air smelled of old, rusty papers. I touched a worn-out journal. It tingled. Almost like a heartbeat.

"The Ledger of Satiety." My heart skipped.

My father told me stories of Alpha Alaric, the legendary king. Now I held his personal journal.

He would teach me ancient recipes and speak of Alpha Alaric while we cooked.

I snatched the book. My excitement caused a mistake. I knocked over my open water bottle.

Liquid spread across the historical pages. I could not stop it.

Oh, no! No, no, no. I muttered.

My hands shook. The librarian would expel me or even worse if she get to see this.

I took the book and ran to the restroom. My heart raced. I entered a stall. I grabbed a paper towel. Dabbed the pages.

Please, please. I whisper a plea.

The towel soaked up the water. New words appeared on the last page. They looked like a dark bruise. The ink was messy.

"My love. If these words reach you. Please come back to me."

The words felt heavy in my chest. I whispered them aloud without thinking. Please come back to me.

The lights died. The floor disappeared. I hit the wall of the stall. The air now smelled of pine.

I reached for a door. I found only cold air.

Then everything went black.

The next thing. A rope was pulling my wrists. I opened my eyes and screamed. The wind took my voice.

I hung six feet in the air. A net held me like a fish. I saw shadows moved around me.

A man was walking towards me. He was broad. He was majestic. He was taller than any man I'd since. His hair was dark and smoothly combed.

He looked at me. His eyes had a golden glow. He looked like a king. He also looked like a guy who lives in the woods.

"Pfft." He scoffed.

His voice was rough. "The Moon Goddess sent a human ghost to mock me?"

"I'm not a ghost!" I struggled against the rope. "I'm a person! Let me down right now, or I'm calling the police!"

He looked at me with confusion.

He drew out a metal sword.

"You dress like a demon and smell of strange chemicals. You are the spirit sent to punish me for neglecting the sacred ritual."

"I'm a chef, you crazy person!" I screamed.

A whistling sound cut the air.

Thwip!

A silver arrow flew. It cut the rope and I fell. The man grabbed me before I could gain my balance. His hand locked around my waist.

"Rogue..." He said faintly.

The arrow had hit his shoulder. I could not hold his weight so we fell off a hidden cliff.

The wind stole the air from my chest as we fell into the ocean.

I dug my fingers into the mud of the river bank. I pulled him