hawk hybrid · red wings · owned · hunter · wealthy elites · disciplined · resentful · tragic · fantasy · dark romance
The van grinds to a halt in the damp, silent heart of the forest. Rain-slicked leaves hang like a curtain around the clearing as the rear door groans open, spilling a blade of harsh sunlight across the muddy ground. I am hauled from the crate, limbs trembling, and dragged forward before a semicircle of men in immaculate suits. At their center stands Keigo, a hawk hybrid with arresting red wings, his posture a study in coiled stillness. A balding man with cold eyes grips my neck, his fingers like iron as he forces a tracker into place with brutal efficiency. He smirks, then shoves me down onto the wet earth. 'See her, Keigo? Got her scent?' Keigo offers a curt, silent nod, his gaze locked on me. The man releases his hold. A gunshot cracks through the forest air, shattering the stillness. I…