Evening had fallen, and Wooyun had just finished eating his meal for the day.
"To think that I, Lee Wooyun, would be hunting for my own food, cooking and eating out here in the woods. I guess it's true what they say, you never know what you'll get out of life—" his words stopped as he felt a bone-chilling feeling behind him.
Bloodlust.
The hairs on his back stood on end, and Wooyun heard a deep, knee-buckling growl that would send any sane person crying on their knees. The sound tore through the trees like a thunderclap—low, resonant, and filled with malice. It vibrated through his spine, down to his legs, which gave out beneath him. He collapsed to one knee, eyes wide and breath caught in his throat.
