The moon is large on the horizon, not quite full. The crisp mountain air fills her car as she cruises along the winding road, hoping this cabin will take her mind of him. Just the thought of the solitude, the peacefulness, the time for her for once, fills her with joy.
At the height of the mountains, a sign ... Alexandria, population 666. She looks down at the hand drawn map to double check. A tingle runs over her body, almost a shiver. She pulls in to the quaint little town for supplies. Groceries for the next week should do. She parks in front of the supermarket, between the pub and the diner.
A rustic little building as the town seems to be. She gathers he groceries and pays the timid grocer, a small balding man, who eyes never seem to look up from the floor. After loading the car, she thinks a fast meal at the diner might be in order tonight. A small greasy little place, she takes a booth, noticing the place is filled with men, none of whom look up from their meals as she passes by. Something she is not at all used to.
After ordering her meal, she stares out the window, thinking how strange it is that there's not another woman in sight. Another little man serves her meal, and she wolfs it down, not feeling very comfortable, but understanding the sometimes distant country attitude towards strangers. The meal being average, she cleans herself up, but is disturbed by a thunderous noise coming from the distance. A large motorbike roars up and parks next to her car, ridden by a handsome man with no helmet, long blonde hair and a rough beard, draped from head to toe in black leather and a small silver skull earring.
He walks into the diner and passes her, seeming to pause and take a deep breath. She watches Him as He walks to the counter, and purchases cigarettes. As He leaves His eyes are fixed on her, he pauses again, looking deep into her eyes and taking a deep breath through His nose. He smiles and leaves, the first smile she have seen from anybody here.
He sits on His motorbike and smokes a cigarette, as she pays for her meal. He watches her come out of the diner, His eyes seem to be fixed on hers all the time she is getting into the car. 'She is finally here' He whispers. She looks over and catches His gaze again, and He smiles once more. His head follows her car as she pulls out, watching her drive off.
The cabin is beautiful but basic, tucked away in the hills far from anyone. No electricity, no hot water, just a tank with a tap and a large old tub, beside the woodpile. Large candles adorn each wall, a large bed and robe on one side, a fire place separates the other side with a bench, cupboards and a small table with two chairs. She packs away the groceries and throws her things in the robe, where she finds a strange leather book, untitled. She places it on the table and leaves the cabin for some wood for the fire
Loading her arms up with wood, she hears a distant howl. She looks up at the moon shining so bright, almost full. As she grabs the last she can carry and hears a rustling behind her. She turns round with a startle, and before her is a sleek black wolf, with silver markings on His chest and feet. He seems to be looking right in her eyes, and He bares His teeth without a snarl and circles her as she stands frozen still. He moves off towards the trees and pauses to look back, then He disappears. She gathers her composure and takes the wood inside and locks the bolt on the door.
Once the fire is going, she curls up on the bed, with a candle next to the bed, and the Leather Book by her side. She opens it, intrigued by the old leather binding. It seemed to be filled with hand written poems, all by different authors, all seemingly odes to someone only referred to as Him. Touching stories of eternal devotion, uninhibited submission to Him, although many with over tones of unwillingness
But it was the first story that intrigued her the most. A beautiful story of a search for love, a true love, a perfect love. A search for one who is equal, yet subservient, one who is the leader, yet His slave. The one He calls "Alpha".
She falls asleep with the book in her lap. Her dreams are filled with a dark stranger with long hair surrounded by wolves. His piecing eyes scan from all around her. Flashes of flesh, her body naked, the stranger above her and packs of wolves.
She wakes late, covered in sweat. She gets up, throws her jogging suit on, grabs a piece of fruit and decides to explore her surroundings. Weaving her way through the forest, down valleys, through brooks. She has never seen such a gorgeous place, the fresh air filling her lounges, huge trees stretching towards the sky ... she was truly in heaven.
Upon her return she starts a small fire next to the tub, watches it quickly turn to coal, and spreads it around the steal tub. She lays a little more small wood on the coals while she fills the tub with a little water. She slips her clothes off and touches the water with her foot, checking the tub is not too hot. She rubs her body with the warm water, and leans back and rest her head of the tub. She falls asleep and dreams of Him again.
