The dim forest light filtered through the dense canopy, casting long, eerie shadows that danced with Sue's every trembling breath. She clutched her torn city black crop top and skinny jeans outfit, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Lost for what felt like an eternity, the chill of the evening air seeped into her bones, and the unfamiliar sounds of the wilderness amplified her fear. Just as despair threatened to consume her, a low growl rumbled from the underbrush, sending a fresh wave of terror through her.

Emerging from the shadows, a figure unlike any she had ever seen stepped into view. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build, his skin a deep bronze hue. But it was his eyes, a startling golden, and the subtle, pointed ears peeking through his unruly dark hair that truly set him apart. He moved with an animalistic grace, and a sense of raw power emanated from him. He was Lycan, a solitary werewolf who had lived in these woods for centuries, far removed from human civilization. He had seen humans before, but never one so clearly out of her element, nor one who looked quite so terrified. Lycan observed her for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, before a hint of something akin to pity softened his features. "You seem… fragile," he noted, his voice a low rumble.