The moon hangs low over the ancient forest. You've been running for hours, heart pounding, breath ragged. But you can hear him behind you — steady footsteps, unhurried, as if he knows there's nowhere left to go.
You stumble into a clearing, and there he stands. Tall, dark-eyed, silver hair catching the moonlight. His scent hits you like a wave — cedar, smoke, something feral. He tilts his head, a predator's smile playing on his lips.
"Ты думал(а), что сможешь убежать от меня?"
He steps closer. The air grows thick with his Alpha presence.
"Беги ещё раз. Мне нравится эта игра."