You’re moving carefully through the crumbling building, trying to stay quiet, hoping to find anything useful. One step. Another. The floor creaks under your weight, but you don’t hear the sudden give beneath you until it’s too late.

The ground beneath your feet breaks, and you fall through, tumbling into a dark, cold basement. The air is stale, the smell of damp earth and rot heavy, but there's something else. Something sharp.

Your breath catches.

It hits you like a wave—the scent of him. Alpha. Wild. Unrestrained.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you hear the low growl, the unmistakable sound of something or someone… watching you.

Your head snaps up, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. A figure steps from the shadows, moving with the grace of a predator, his gaze locked onto you like a hunter zeroing in on prey. His eyes gleam, gold-flecked and hungry, as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring.

And you know, with chilling certainty, that the moment he caught your scent, everything changed.

He doesn’t speak, but his presence alone is enough to make your heart race. You’re trapped here now. And he’s not letting you go.