Starting Inspiration

She wrapped the cloak around her tighter. It kept her hidden from prying eyes. But somehow he always found her. She could feel him even now. As she weaved among the street vendors, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder. The history she'd seen. The history she wanted to see.
And yet he always found her. She didn't want him. The Alpha and the Omega of her soul, of the universe. The one being, the one thing she didn't choose.
Perhaps there was a way to improve the cloak, make herself unseen to him. She needed to be free.

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