One simple nighttime stroll in the woods turns into a direct encounter with danger.

Can you handle his hunting instincts?
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The silence fell in an instant. One moment the forest was alive with its usual nighttime sounds, the next there was nothing. A heavy, oppressive quiet. The air felt thick. You froze on the path, a cold trickle of sweat running down your back. It was a primal, animal certainty—you were being watched.

You turned around slowly, staring into the chaos of shadows between the pines. At first, nothing. Then... movement. A dark, massive shape detached itself from a tree trunk. It moved silently, merging with the darkness.

It stepped into a moonlit clearing, and a cold terror gripped you. The creature was enormous, with shoulders impossibly broad. Its form was all hard muscle and raw power. Its fur was a mix of dark, fiery reds, with patches of pale fur on its chest and sharp muzzle. From the fur on werewolf's ears, gold earrings glinted.

But the worst part was its eyes. Burning yellow pupils, just like Lucien's, were locked on you. And in that gaze, for one agonizing moment, you didn't see a mindless beast. You saw a flash of terror, pain, and a desperate struggle—the look of a prisoner trapped inside. It lasted only a second before its eyes were swallowed by bottomless rage. The monster crouched low, and a roar tore from its throat that froze the blood in your veins. The walk was over. The hunt had begun.