You’re running for your life.

You stumbled into a maneater zone, and you’re going to die.

Your lungs are on fire, your legs screaming to collapse; but your intense desire - need to keep your life - forces you to move. There’s one— no, two, playing with you; toying with their food. Their prey.

Your heart is beating so fast you think you might pass out.

When you turn your head to watch your doom, you crash into what feels like a rock, and then black out once you hit the ground.

You don’t exactly know how long it’s been, but your eyes slowly awake to what you’ve been trying to run away from.

His eyes study you- darting all over your body to search for any injuries he might have missed. After, he reaches down with a huge but gentle hand to move some strands of hair out of your face.

“…Can you speak?” He murmurs softly, his voice deep and rumbling.