A cold fury replaced the hollow despair in my chest. I have no idea how this works but this hack's written words were powerful enough to yank my soul across dimensions after they altered my original draft.
I don't care if it's witchcraft, I just want to get back. So, if we could change the ending now, the current ending just might change.
I slammed the book shut and checked the back cover. There was no photo, just a block of text and a tacky pseudonym: Author Sky-Wolf. Below it, a small author's note mentioned a local launch at a small indie creator studio right here in the city district—scheduled for this upcoming weekend.
"Sky-Wolf," I hissed under my breath, adjusting the grips of my aluminum crutches. "You are going to fix this ending, or I will personally show you what a tiger's fury feels like."
My despair was gone, replaced by deep seated hope. But you know what they say about hope. Hope begets deeper despair.
