Minnie

"Sorry. What...what did you just call me?"

Just then, I heard a thundering voice.

"Lianna!" I flinched, grabbing a nearby door to steady myself. "Why are you here? I thought you died."

The owner of the voice emerged from the dark and, dare I say he was the tallest person I'd ever seen in my entire life. He had the right stature and weight for a body built for war. He belonged on the battlefields and he seemed to know that, considering the costume he had on.

Heavy armors and a red robe sweeping the floor behind him. His wavy hair fell just above his shoulders and tucked behind his ears. He had a scar over his left eyebrow that ran straight over his grey eye and ended under his nose. That should have made him ugly, but it only added an edge to his allure. I swallowed, feeling tingles all over my body. His face was set in a permanent scowl.

"Hi, sorry." He raised a brow as he stood before me, our eyes meeting briefly. "I think you have mistaken me for someone else. I also think you guys may be cosplayers for this werewolf story. I am a big fan, trust me. I just need a phone to call 911. I think I have a concussion and can't explain how I found myself in the woods."

"Everyone was mourning you. We already arranged a burial ceremony for you." He kept talking.

This was getting too much.

"No!" I snapped and the tall stranger flinched, taking a step back while the guards growled, approaching me cautiously.

"I am not Lianna. I am not...none of this is real, I'm sure. I'm probably dreaming and I need to wake up."

The tall man grunts before taking a step back and waving his hand. "Throw her in the dungeon and announce to the pack that unfortunately," he stared at me with so much hate I thought his eyes would burn a hole through my chest. "The Luna is still alive."

I couldn't tell how long I had been in the dungeon when the gate opened and the tall, broad man entered again. I already knew who it was, if it was true that I found myself in the story. Alpha Kearn, feared and revered all across packs. He has never lost in a battle and he doesn't think twice about killing anyone he wants to.

"You look different." He began to say as he walked around me. "I can't tell if it's the clothes or the hair..."

When he came close and brushed his fingers over the side of my face, I flinched. As crazy as it sounds, I hated Kearn in the book and as I stood before him, the hatred simmered to a boil.

Kearn must have noticed this as he grabbed both of my arms and squished me to his chest, taking a sniff of my body.

"You smell...different too." He then pushed me against the wall.

That did it. I snapped.

"Maybe I look different because I learned to take care of myself, unlike what you and Vienna have been doing to me."

His brow shot up. "How would you know? You're blind."

The corner of my lips curled into a smile as I folded my arms across my chest. "Not anymore."

Kearn didn't seem amused. Instead, he grabbed my throat, squeezing so hard I thought he would burst my windpipe. I fought, kicked, my feet already hanging in the air. How strong and tall was this man again? My eyes watered but I could still see the red glint in his eyes.

"You lied about being blind?"

When he released my throat, I fell to the ground, the world swimming around me. "P...please."

"Guards! Tie her up. I'm going to beat her till I'm satisfied." He then turned to me. "Strip, my dear Luna."

A scoff escaped my lips. The audacity. "You are crazy if you think I'm going to do that."

Everyone around me gasped, Kearn's eyes widened and my heart thumped against my chest in anger, not fear.

He turned around and left the dungeon, leaving me to my thoughts. I needed to find a way to leave. I had to go back to my previous life. But as I sat there, the words of Lianna and the story echoed in my head.

"You should kill the Alpha," the witches had said.

Could this be real? I didn't believe in the supernatural or destiny, but here I was, in the body of a character who was supposed to be dead. I had to play along if I wanted to survive.

As the guards approached, I knew I had to act fast. I pretended to be weaker than I was, letting them tie me up without much struggle. Once they were done, they stepped back and left me alone. I took a deep breath, focusing on the ropes around my wrists.

The fibers felt rough and cold, but I knew I couldn't let them hold me. I had read somewhere that if you had the right mindset, you could break out of almost anything. I closed my eyes and studied the knots, the fibers and how I could untie myself. When I opened my eyes again, nothing had changed.

But I could feel something stirring inside of me. It was a strange sensation, like a wild animal waiting to be unleashed. I focused on that feeling, letting it build. And with a roar of anger and frustration, I pulled my hands apart, and the ropes snapped like twigs.

I was free. Now what?

The door to the dungeon burst open, and Kearn stormed in, his eyes flashing with anger. He had probably heard the commotion. I scrambled to my feet, ready to face him. But when I saw the expression on his face, I realized that something was wrong.

"What have you done?" he growled.

"I...I don't know," I stuttered, still trying to understand what had just happened.

He grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the cell. The guards didn't dare to stop him. We walked through the castle, and every person we passed by stared at me with a mix of shock and fear. Seeing their outfits further confirmed what I feared. I wasn't dreaming. And I had jumped into Lianna's story.