THE AIR charged with something unexplainable.
My inside was burning with dread as the people gathered around the entrance of the Garden of Eve, circling the perimeter like a show was about to begin. Eager faces mixed with upbeat curiosity. Murmurs of excitement buzzed in the sky. As the night chased the day away, the horn stopped blaring in the quiet of the Garden and a still dimness took the scene in place.
I stood with my hands tightly clasped behind me. A sense of trepidation washed over my guts as the face of the Alpha King showed up from within the darkness. Quiet murmurs turned into loud whispers. The people watched their King make his way to me. Clad with dark trousers and nothing but his muscled chest.
Both his hands were fists on the side. The King stopped a few steps in front
