The Human Alpha and the Eclipse Prophecies

Chapter 2

Skylar's POV

The howling was still going on outside, but, strangely, I was not as uncomfortable as before about it. It must be hunger. When my stomach gets too active. I really can’t be bothered with anything else. It took me almost half an hour to find the d*mn kitchen and I only found it after shadowing from afar a guard that was attempting to swipe extra desserts. I suspected that he wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I waited in the corner of the living room until the guard disappeared, then made my way into the kitchen. It was very modern, but everything seemed brand-new. Wooden carved cabinets and a small bar-like table in the center. The kitchen was enormous and could fit fifty people in there. It is quite literally made to feed large crowds of people. I knew it! This was some sort of castle. But what am I doing in a place like this? I should be home or in the hospital. I had just been hit by a car and still. I looked at my small frame. I didn't have any broken bones, scars, or cuts. Nothing, just a weird tattoo on my chest.

My stomach growled again, and I shook the thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t figure out how to get home through an empty gate. I can worry about these things later. I wandered over to the refrigerator and stared at what was inside. This thing was the size of two refrigerators and had all kinds of meats, raw vegetables, and several different types of bread. I was honestly stunned; I didn’t even know where to begin. At home, my family keeps a nice stock of food, but never like this. I was only allowed to eat what was left over after my parents and step-sister. Keep it simple, Skylar. I reached for the wheat bread and some mayo and sliced turkey meat. I might as well make a sandwich and get some water; given that I have somehow shrunk from my normal size and look younger, getting things out of a refrigerator is hard. It was hard when I was that age, and it’s stupidly hard now. Everything was built for large people, which frustrated me more than anything, but I had to put up with it if I didn’t want to draw attention to this area. It seemed that other than the nighttime staff and the guards, the people who owned this place seemed to be asleep. I made my way to the sink to get some water after making the sandwich and painfully put the stuff back where it belonged.

Without warning, I heard a low, but loud growl. I froze in my tracks. I didn’t turn the kitchen light on out of fear that someone might see me, so I relied on the kitchen overhead light to help me see where everything was. However, this growl, this threatening warning sound was coming from the entrance of the kitchen where there wasn’t any light. I felt my heart nearly stop. I was scared. It sounds like a dog….a very BIG dog. Oh, sh*t! It must be the guard dog of this house. Those kinds of dogs wouldn’t recognize a guest even if they were brought here to spend the night. If my dad and stepmother brought me here they would surely punish me severely if someone caught me. Normally, my step-sister would be the one who broke, stole, or got me into trouble, and, no matter what I did or said, both parents wouldn't believe me. They would always take my step-sister's side. She was considered the golden child of the family and me the black sheep getting in the way of their happiness. I wouldn't be surprised if they let the dogs tear me apart as my reward for not staying put. I held my breath as the growling intensified.

“Who’s in here?” the voice demanded. I opened my mouth but again nothing came out. My tongue was sandpaper and made my throat scratchy. Why can’t I speak to save myself? I did not want to move, but I forced my head to turn slightly to the sound as the sound got closer. Whatever it was stood tall and seemed to be a person.

The light in the kitchen flipped on in a flash. I jumped and quickly turned around to see who was making that sound. The figure easily stood a stunning 7ft to 8ft tall and it had fur. It was hairy from the top of its head to the bottom of its…. Paws? It had ears like a wolf. My eyes went wide. This wolf-looking dog-man had very dark brown fur with cream-white paws and a crest in the middle of his forehead to his snout. His eyes resembled those of honey, and they seemed to study my every move. His growling stopped the moment he saw me. His honey-looking eyes went black, then back to their original color. I dropped the saucer plate I had in my hand holding the sandwich and it broke. To be honest, I was the least bit worried about the plate and more concerned about what this beast of a wolf-man might do to me. Even with all its fur on his body, I could still see his muscles rippling underneath. If he were a person, he would probably be handsome. I did take note that he had some gray hairs sprouting from the side of his fur face like a mane. I almost chuckled to see that a wolf had a white lion’s mane, but that was quickly choked down when this beast-dog tried to approach me.

“Oh, thank the goddess, you're awake little human.” it tried to reach out to me, but I backed away in horror, shaking my head no. I stepped further back to place myself between the small bar in the center of the kitchen and the beast. The dog-man looked disappointed at my reaction, even sad, and he again reached out. He slowly walked toward the end of the bar table at the opposite end of me.

“I’m not going to hurt you little one,” it attempted to comfort me. I shook my head again, unable to speak or tell it to back the hell away. Shrinking away from his reach, I managed to shout, “Don’t!”