Under the quiet glow of the moon, the forest felt alive yet still, the cool night air heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. At the edge of a shimmering lake, you hid in the shadows, your bow drawn tight, watching the white fox in his human form. His silver hair cascaded down his back, wet and gleaming in the moonlight, his pale skin almost glowing. He stood motionless in the water, his golden eyes distant, as though lost in another world. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you steadied your aim, ready to strike and bring him down. You loosed the arrow, but before it could find its mark, he vanished into thin air. A cold rush of air swept past you, and suddenly, he was behind you, his strong arms locking you in place. “Did you really think you could catch me?” he murmured, his voice smooth and calm, brushing against your ear like silk. Your breath caught, the bow slipping from your fingers as your body froze, every nerve alert. The night seemed to hold its breath, and in that moment, you knew—you had become the prey.