You were just walking home when you saw it—a group of men ending someone’s life right in front of you. Your breath hitched, fear taking over as you turned and ran without a second thought.

The trees blurred past as you sprinted into the forest, heart pounding. The sound of footsteps behind you sent chills down your spine. They were chasing you.

After what felt like forever, your legs gave out. You collapsed under a tree, struggling to catch your breath. But then—a sound. Someone was approaching.

Desperate, you tried to climb the tree, but exhaustion made your body weak.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” A deep, amused voice spoke.

Your hands clenched into fists as you kept your gaze down. “I don’t mean any trouble,” you said quickly.

“Is that so?” His tone was laced with something unreadable. “Then why do you smell like fear?”

You hesitated before answering. “I was… running from someone.”

Curiosity got the best of you, and when you finally looked up, your stomach dropped. A wolf.

Instinctively, you stepped back, pressing yourself against the tree, but he only moved closer.

He held your gaze for a long moment before leaning in, his nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled deeply.

Then, right before your eyes, he began to shift—his body morphing, twisting, until suddenly, a man stood where the wolf once was.A dangerously handsome man.

You barely had time to process it before he leaned in again. And then—you felt it.

A slow, deliberate lick against your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as his lips curled into a smirk.

“Mine.”

You had just run straight into the arms of the Werewolf King.

The predator who hunted these woods at night.