Curse of the Alpha Demonn

truth. I gripped the wooden railing in front of me, my nails digging into the polished surface. My chest heaved with every breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. Dozens of eyes

man!" A few murmurs spread through the room. Someone whispered something about horror movies. No one believed me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly choking me. My hands trembled, but I stood my ground. The judge sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She glanced at the papers in front of her, then back at him. And that's when I knew. I knew exactly what she was about to say. "Given the lack of evidence and the witness's age, the court finds the defendant," she hesitated, just for a second, "not guilty." Not guilty. The words barely settled before I heard it, the slow scrape of a chair against the floor. My entire body tensed. He was moving. Toward me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as his shadow loomed over me. I forced myself to stay still. To not flinch. He was taller than I thought. His presence swallowed the space between us, his movements slow and measured. Like everything he did was planned long before he did it. A predator in the skin of a man. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my cheek. "Run, little girl," he murmured. His voice was quiet. Too quiet. A warning. A promise. "Stay hidden. Because I'm coming for you soon." I choked on a breath. He smiled. Not kind. Not gentle. Just cruel. Then he turned and walked away, as if none of this mattered. As if I didn't matter. I stood there, frozen. My fingers dug into the railing, my legs refusing to move. Then I ran. I didn't remember leaving the courtroom. I didn't remember bursting through the heavy doors or stumbling into the street. But when I finally stopped, I was home. My lungs burned. My hands shook so badly I could barely grab the closet handle.