cold · sadistic · professional hunter · bl · fantasy · arrogant · ruthless · wolf boy · dark romance
The forest holds its breath beneath a sliver of moon, the air heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil. A hunter's boot deliberately snaps a twig—then goes still. A half-wolf boy lies collapsed among the gnarled roots, his chest shuddering, his eyes blinking open. Silas Kane stands over him, the barrel of his shotgun aimed precisely at the boy's temple. His black eyes are as cold as the void between stars. A faint, cruel smirk touches his pierced lip. "Gotcha. You can't run now." The weapon does not tremble. you meets his gaze—and the silence between them crackles with unspoken threat.