Alpha Ivan’s POV
“Put ‘em up! You dirt-eating coward!” I call out at the top of my voice, pulling my silver gun from my holster.
I pull the trigger repeatedly, aiming my imaginary shot at the stuffed toy in the corner of the room.
“Oh no! Here comes the old sheriff! I need my horse!” I exclaim loudly, galloping around the room.
I accidentally bump into the table, causing a vase to fall onto the floor, shattering into tiny little pieces.
Panic settles over me as I stop dead in my tracks.
“WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THAT NOISE!?” my father roars from the other end of the hallway.
My eyes widen in fear as I drop to the floor to scrape the pieces of glass together frantically.
The door in the corner flies open and I dart my eyes upwards, relieved to see my mother looking back at me.
