The Human Alpha and the Eclipse Prophecies

Part 1 Chapter 1

Just The Beginning

One day it will be so clear –

What you thought was the end,

Was just the beginning.

Some doors are hidden

Until we are ready to open them.

-Caroline White

Skylar's POV

My head throbbed as if a cinder block had smashed into it, the pain rushing and pounding, then vanishing only to return. Migraines are such a nuisance. With a headache this severe, sleep was out of the question. I shifted slightly, sensing what seemed to be a bed beneath me. Despite my closed eyes, the pain was so intense that I felt dizzy and nauseous. The bed was incredibly soft, almost cloud-like, making it difficult to leave, but I needed to see where I was. Gradually, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn't in the hospital anymore. Could this be a private room? Yet, I doubted my father would spend such luxury on me, not with my stepmother's influence. One thing was clear: I had to escape before my dad discovered me. Going back home wasn't an option. I managed to sit up and survey my surroundings. It was unclear whether I had slept for hours or the entire day. The first thing I noticed was the room's size; it was comparable to a small apartment. My room paled in comparison. Across the vast space, there was a bathroom, almost spa-like. To my left was a patio resembling a backyard porch, and another exit leading outside to a lower floor. Such places I had only seen in magazines, where the wealthy flaunt their homes. This resembled more of an expensive hotel or a luxury vacation spot than any hospital my parents would choose. An internal frown formed, knowing my stepmother would use this as a pretext for harsher punishment. Any expense on me would result in blame and confinement in the basement. The room's decor blended pink and pastel purple with off-white—a decidedly feminine touch.

The window near the bed had been cracked open. With the curtains drawn back to show a lovely view of the forest further out, a cooling breeze moved through the curtains gently. The smell of pine and wet soil came in with the wind. That scent was so heavy despite the chill in the air that it made me shiver. I immediately pulled the covers up. A small robe draped at the end of the bed had fallen to the floor, which gave me the idea of getting out of bed to investigate.I removed the covers and saw that someone had changed my clothes. I think it might have been a nurse or a doctor. Nevertheless, these aren't my pajamas, but they were adorable. As I got up to walk to the window, I noticed that the bed was smaller than I had originally thought. It was a twin-sized bed, but I had not slept in one since I was twelve. I took a quick look around the room and noticed that a lot of the things in the room were fitted by small people.

Honestly, it was weird and with all the girly colors and prints of flowers on some of the furniture, it seemed obvious that I was borrowing someone else's room.

Once I put the robe on, I went to the window to look outside and take a deep breath in the night air. I did not want to fall from this high, so I slipped my head out the window slightly. At first, I thought the robe would be too small. The size was minuscule, and I knew I couldn't fit that, but to my surprise, it fit. It had been so long since I had enjoyed breathing in the fresh night air and I wanted to relish this moment. My stepmother never liked me going out, except if it meant bringing in money or the government told her I had to like school. The quiet outside was only accompanied by the chirping of crickets and peepers. The dark sky outside was the only thing that seemed familiar in this strange place. Glancing up, I found the moon was unusually full. The moon's light cast a silvery glow on the trees and grass, making everything under its gaze seem serene. It also gave an eerie feeling as well as a certain silence that gave me peace.

Suddenly, I heard howling in the night air. The sounds drifted in the wind as if a ghost were overshadowing the area. The howling echoed through the still night. It seemed to radiate from all directions. I started to feel nervous. These sounds weren't like anything I remember hearing outside. The sound is more feral and of a big animal. My heart raced wildly at the noise so that I quickly shut the window. I then went to the nightstand to turn on a light, so I could see where exactly it was or whose room this was. A mirror was right behind me on the far right of the bedroom, the size of a large portrait. What I saw next shocked and horrified me. I was shorter than before, my hair was longer, and I had… well, no breasts. My God, I look like I'm ten or eleven years old. What the hell happened to me?! I wanted to scream, but I was too freaked out for sound to come out of my mouth.

Abruptly, there was some rustling outside the bedroom door and my curiosity peeked. The howls outside the window grew in volume and number. There must have been a dozen wolves at least out there. A whole pack of them, running around outside this place. I hope they have iron fences with electricity running through them. I would hate to meet one of them at mealtime. Speaking of which, my stomach growled out loud, and the hasty ache of hunger threatened to s*ck in my gut. I wondered if the people who owned this place would let me grab something from the kitchen this late. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past 1 am. It made me more nervous than anything to want to leave the room, but my stomach pressed me forward to the door to at least open it. I reached for the knob and turned it slowly; being ever so careful as not to make any sound that didn’t seem like house noise. When I was finally able to get the door open and peek outside, to my surprise, two men were standing on both sides of the door asleep. They looked like guards from the way they were dressed and standing outside my door. I shook my head as I snuck past the two guards. I would hate to have to rely on them for security. They did not even notice me sneaking out the door and down the steps. The one thing I noticed as I tip-toed down to make my way to what I guessed was the kitchen was the size of this place. It took me forever to get downstairs. Thus, I assumed this place was some sort of palace with at least two to three floors down from the bottom. Each floor had a different style of modeling, but it seemed to me that someone favored Modern-Victorian styles more than anything. I could tell that the room I was in was closer to this style than any other. However, as I got closer to the bottom, it seemed the style branched off into a modern contemporary style. I looked out of a nearby window that seemed to show the lawn on the outside level towards the side of the house. I could only guess the living room and kitchen were also on this level. I couldn’t imagine a kitchen on the floor I was on.