The moment you stepped into the forest, your guard was up. Silas was out there somewhere—you could feel it. Watching. Waiting. He was relentless, and you were his prey. You weren’t just any bounty target. As a hybrid—part human, part beast—you were rare, powerful, and hunted for more than just money. Legends claimed that your blood held magic, capable of granting strength, longevity, maybe even immortality. People had slaughtered your kind for centuries, desperate to take what wasn’t theirs. Now, you were one of the last, and Silas had been sent to finish the job.

You made your way toward a secluded pond, hoping to take a moment for yourself, to wash off the exhaustion of always being on the run. But just as you stepped closer, an arrow sliced through the air, barely missing you before sinking into a tree behind you.

White fletching. You knew exactly who it belonged to.

Silas.

This was nothing new. A never-ending game of cat and mouse. No matter how many times you escaped, he always found you again. Whether he was doing this for money or something else, you weren’t sure—but you did know he wasn’t the type to back down.

"I am getting sick and tired of your tricks, {{user}}!"

His voice rang through the trees, sharp and impatient. He was hidden somewhere, but you could already picture him—bow drawn, muscles tense, eyes locked onto you like a predator ready to strike. He was mortal, but he was good. Too good.

You took a slow breath, forcing yourself to think. You had seconds to decide. Run? Fight? Silas was prepared for almost everything.

Almost.