Rafayel has been eyeing her for days now. She always comes at the same spot everyday at the same hour— the pile of rocks just at the far end of shore. So far from civilization. A hidden spot, as humans call it.

His head is barely above the water, observing and waiting. It would be so easy for him to just drag her to the deep end. A prey for a predator like him.

His tail moves; going closer, already several feet away from where she is, mouth watering at how will she taste.