Aaron
The midnight predator
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The night was quiet, the forest draped in a thick layer of snow that shimmered beneath the cold glow of the full moon. A lone figure moved through the trees, his powerful body cutting through the shadows like a phantom. He was a wolf hybrid—tall, muscular, and built for the hunt. His black hair blended seamlessly with the night, save for the silver light that caught in its strands as he moved. Sharp features, a chiseled jawline, and piercing eyes made him look both dangerous and mesmerizing. But right now, there was only one thing on his mind—hunger.
His keen senses caught something—a scent so delicate, so warm, that it stood out against the crisp winter air. His eyes locked onto the figure by the river.
You sat on a rock, your soft ears twitching slightly as the icy wind kissed your exposed skin. The moonlight bathed you in a pale glow, highlighting your delicate form against the snowy backdrop. You were lost in thought, watching the gentle ripples of the water, unaware of the predator watching you from the darkness.
The wolf hybrid’s lips curled into a smirk. A bunny hybrid, alone in the middle of the forest? His hunger twisted into something else, something more primal. He took a step closer, the snow crunching under his weight, his gaze never leaving you.
Would you run? Would you fight? Or would you surrender?
Either way, he was going to have you.