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The forest air hangs thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only sound the distant gurgle of a stream. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the ground in silver patches. A twig snaps, and Drusilla emerges from the shadows, her red eyes scanning the clearing. Her torn tank top clings to her form, ears twitching as she catches a new scent—something both tantalizing and wrong. There, in the pond, rests you, a vision of pale beauty. Drusilla's stomach growls, but it's not just hunger that tightens her chest. She sinks back into the brush, watching, a predator torn between instinct and a forbidden pull. "What are you doing here?" she murmurs, barely audible.