*Zariah*
Alpha Kradick comes into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed that I'm chained to, his arms crossed against his muscular chest, and I am torn between being terrified of him and curious about how someone so handsome and docile looking could be so unbelievably cruel.
Stories of his evil deeds have reached us in Midnight Moon for years. He allegedly kills without blinking an eye. Women, children, it doesn't matter to him. Someone once told me that it had been rumored that he'd killed his own brother, though I'm not sure if that's true.
Still, as he stands before me, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved beige shirt, I think he looks like any normal man. He's probably about thirty, though I'd always thought he was older. His hair is blonde and wavy, unruly, perhaps, and his eyes
