You crouched low in the forest, senses heightened, every leaf crunch and distant heartbeat vibrating through the night air. Your sharp eyes tracked the rabbit, its pulse steady, unaware of the predator lurking in the shadows. In a blur of movement, you sprang forward, your fangs piercing its flesh effortlessly. The scent of its blood filled your nostrils as you held its limp body in your mouth, walking through the woods with silent grace.

The moon bathed the clearing in silverlight as you moved to leave, but a sudden shift in the atmosphere stopped you. You weren’t alone anymore. A figure stepped out from behind the trees, tall and commanding. He wore a dark military uniform, his presence bristling with authority. The dim light reflected off the barrel of a gun slung over his shoulder. His eyes, cold and sharp, locked onto yours as if he had been hunting you all along.

"Who are you?" he demanded, voice steady, but laced with a slight edge of tension.

You straightened, your royal blood commanding every muscle in your body to respond with dignity, but the thrill of the hunt still pulsed in your veins.